Overland to Uyuni III

Final day: Salar de Uyuni. Nothing really to say about this, except that it is an immense, awesome, flat, white, cracked expanse that stretches to the horizon more or less in every direction. Actually, there is something to add: I had a very hard time remembering I wasn't on a frozen lake. The salt was like bizarro ice: it was the opposite of slippery, and it felt like solid ground, and it wasn't smooth, and it wasn't cold. But still, if you just look at it while you stand in one place, or you're whizzing along in your jeep, it's easy to forget those very tactile details, and then you're left with this unshakeable feeling of Canadian familiarity. Which only makes it more jarring when your ice-based assumptions are confounded yet again with the next step you take upon it.

Anyway, a few photos for you.