Text originally published in Canadian Traveller magazine, Fall 2016
Excuse Me While I Kiss the Sky
Few places provide such an unworldly sense of advneture as Bolivia. From the mesmerizing way the earth meets the sky at Salar de Uyuni, to the star-splattered desert night skies that will simply play with your mind – to say a trip to Bolivia is ‘epic’ could perhaps be something of an understatement.
Bolivia has few qualities of a destination that attracts honeymooners. It’s landlocked, mountainous, high altitude, and in February it happens to be pretty damn wet. But no one can convince me to go elsewhere.
Tucked deep in the South American continent, few travellers arrive in Bolivia by chance. I’m reminded of this each time I’m queried, “What brings you to Bolivia” not by locals, but from other travellers. It’s as if we are all ‘in’ on the secret but want to know who – or what – gave it away.
My husband and I have come to Bolivia to lose ourselves in Salar de Uyuni’s dreamscape. At 10,582 sq. km, Salar de Uyuni is the world’s largest salt flat and during the wet season a phenomenon nothing short of magical occurs. Most travellers have come for the same reason. What Greg and I aren’t expecting is that Bolivia has plans to romance us, and she’ll do so with a string of intriguing oddities and otherworldly beauty.
PLAYING WITH TIME
Our great journey starts in La Paz, which I have only recently discovered is not Bolivia’s capital. Fancying myself a geography whiz I feel a bit hoodwinked by the revelation. Competing capitals – Sucre being the official capital while La Paz is the administrative – is just one of this country’s many quirks. Another is perfectly epitomized on the clock face of La Paz’ Congress Building. No, the heady 3,650-m altitude isn’t affecting your vision, the timepiece does indeed tick counter-clockwise. Bolivia defies time to march to the beat of her own drum and that I like very much
We check into Hotel Osira where we will join our 12-day Bolivia Highlights tour with Intrepid Travel. I ascend the stairs to our third-storey room, straining against the altitude. I’m ecstatic to learn my hotel window overlooks the notorious San Pedro Prison. (Something only fans of the novel Marching Powder may appreciate.) Only in Bolivia would unofficial prison tours become fashionable for the foolhardy.
Later in the evening Greg and I greet our 10 new travel companions. Our tour leader, Julia, is soft-spoken with kind brown eyes and long hair that she keeps plaited, de rigeur of Bolivian women. My heart smiles when I meet Joe and Lois, a duo four decades our senior whose globetrotting moxie demands admiration.
WALKING ON THE MOON: Valle de la Luna, La Paz
The next morning we’re off to the moon, well, Valle de la Luna. Enveloped by a lunar landscape of hoodoo spires and sandstone crevices I feel I’ve properly left Earth. It’s during our cosmic visit that we meet a ubiquitous symbol of Bolivia: a cholita. Cholitas – indigenous Aymara women – are easily identified by their traditional attire and British bowler hat. Answering a question we haven’t yet asked, Julia explains this woman wearing a demure smile is not plump as she appears. Her colourful skirt is worn high and boosted by petticoats to accentuate a feminine figure.
Our day ends on Calle de las Brujas, at La Paz’ famed Witches Market. I don’t know what to expect but the name itself begs intrigue. Mostly it’s remedies for ailments: idols for fertility, herbs for impotence, and Ekeko figurines for prosperity. There are more aphrodisiacs than I can count and nary a sorceress in site. Superstitious? Yes. Occult? No. On second thought, that depends whether you find the shriveled llama fetuses that line the street macabre or not. “This is typical of Bolivia” Julia explains. “They will bury a llama fetus in the foundation of a new building to ward off accidents.” Oh my Pachamama.
Into the Altiplano
The next morning we drive south from La Paz, our heading fixed on Uyuni. It takes the greater part of a day to get there, but the Altiplano pacifies us with spectacular scenery.
We blow into Uyuni which is a dusty outpost with a Wild West feel to it. Truth be told, most travellers here are simply transiting through, en route to the salt flats. Uyuni suffers the criticism most gateway towns face when their charms evade tourists. I don’t pay these travel critics much mind because tomorrow is a day I’ve wanderlusted after for years.
By 9 a.m. we pile into 4×4 Land Cruisers, six to a vehicle. We start for the salt flats but first, we make a ghostly diversion; one I’ve been anticipating because it’s decidedly peculiar.
A collection of rusting trains may sound more like ‘industrial wasteland’ than ‘travel highlight’, but Uyuni’s Train Cemetery has become an irrefutable attraction. History tells me they’re relics of past prosperity but my imagination keeps turning to Mad Max. I soak up the air of apocalyptic abandon and then shrug all adult sensibility, scrambling in and on top of the sandblasted locomotives.
A short while later our vehicle reaches the lip of the Salar. The moment has arrived. We crawl onto it and then speed into the blinding white nothingness of the pan. The horizon wraps around us, void of route markers. The hard ground is decorated with hypnotizing hexagon tiles, a result of crystalizing salt. We’re looking for water but the flats are uncharacteristically dry.
Half an hour later we spy a small collection of jeeps far off in the distance. Is it a mirage? We change our heading and investigate. As we speed closer, the collective mood inside our vehicle lifts. Eureka, we’ve found water.
HEAVEN ON EARTH: Touring Salar de Uyuni
We drive farther into the flooded pan and the mysticism of the Salar reveals itself. Cotton clouds and the azure sky reflect in the shallow layer of water that covers the flats. The effect is ethereal: the sky envelopes everything and the horizon is near imperceptible. Without the horizon we appear to float weightlessly among the clouds, suspended in the heavens. The mirror is our playground and in our whimsy we spend hours snapping perspective-defying photos.
Our bucket list day ends at an off the grid abode constructed of salt. The accommodations are modest but the silky granules of salt blanketing the floor feel luxurious underfoot. I fall asleep high on realizing a dream.
LIFE ON MARS: Driving the lonely Atacama Desert
The next day take us to what feels like the ends of Earth. It’s not a far-off observation either. Our journey brings us south to the Bolivia-Chile border. From here it’s just a stone’s throw to Chile’s famed Atacama Desert, a locale that has served as a film location for many Mars-set productions.
We overland into the empty desert travelling hours at a time without meeting oncoming traffic, save for a caravan of llama. Our Land Cruiser crawls, groans and tilts precariously along washboard tracks. The lonely landscape is a kaleidoscope of barren mountains, sentinel volcanoes, and lakes painted in milky hues of blue and red. We encounter snow which takes even Julia by surprise. And just when it seems a completely inhospitable environment we’re greeted by a peculiar sight: high-altitude flamingos. Bolivia proves herself a master of surprise and delight.
It’s an hour before dawn on the last day of our off road Altiplano excursion. I emerge from the lodge which is buried deep in Eduardo Avaroa Andean Fauna National Reserve. Drivers scurry about, chewing cocoa leaves while loading up the trucks. I stare at them with sleep-filled eyes when a fellow early bird nudges me, nodding skyward. I crane my neck back to find the Milky Way splashed across the inky sky. I’ve never seen it radiate so majestically. I feel as if I’ve never truly seen a star until this moment. The temptation to grab my camera nags while another part of me is compelled to stretch out and run my fingertips through its supernatural brilliance. It’s so sublime I do neither. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Bolivia thus far it’s blink and you’ll miss it.
Bolivia: When You Go
More irresistible highlights: cholita wrestling in El Alto, 5,000 68-million-year-old dinosaur footprints at Cal Orck’o, biking Bolivia’s Death Road, lounging on Lake Titicaca’s celestially named Isla del Sol, and exploring Amazon Rainforest near Rurrenabaque.
The dry season runs May to October which is the best time to explore the rainforest. Wet season extends November through March and offers the best opportunity for reflection on the Salar.
Tourist visas are not required for Canadians staying less than 30 days.
Make cash withdrawals in banks as ATMs frequently run out of cash. Alternatively, keep withdrawals to 500 BOB or less. I learned firsthand when an ATM with insufficient funds produced no bills but still debited my account in full. My Canadian bank was not able to compensate me for the loss. (Update: After 4 months, I was credited by CIBC.)
Must eats include hearty quinoa soup, savoury Salteñas, gamey llama and organic chocolate
At $1.00 CAD = 5.25 BOB Bolivia offers Canadian Travellers great value. A five-course set lunch is as inexpensive as 30 BOB while an entrée and bottle of red wine in a fine restaurant runs about 190 BOB. Pick up an alpaca-wool blend sweater for 80 BOB or a handmade tapestry for 320 BOB.
Our writer travelled Bolivia with Intrepid Travel. The 12-day Bolivia Highlights itinerary starts at $1,875. Visit intrepidtravel.com for more information.