From Potosi we headed to Uyuni. Driving into Uyuni feels like you’ve arrived into a town at the end of the worldEverything is covered in sand and dust, litter blows across the road in front of you and piles up at the side of the road. Uyuni sits on the edge of the high altiplano, a wilderness that extends for hundreds of kilometres towards the border with Argentina and Chile. I’ll be heading out across the altiplano but first we’re to spend the day on the Salt Flats
Cerro Rico (the Rich Mountain) and it's silver fueled the Spanish empire for half a century. The greed for silver made them send countless men into the Mountain that eats Men, the other name by which Cerro Rico is known. Today, little silver remains but with great hope the miners keep searching for it. Many different agencies in Potosi take you on a tour of the silver mines. You suit up in miner outfits, buy some presents for the miners (choose the presents wisely), pay a tribute of tobacco and pure alcohol to the god that looks after the miners and enter the underworld. You go about 500 meters below sea level and experience first-hand the inhumane conditions that the miners work in. Occasional dynamite blasts in the mines wakes up the Mountain that eats Men. Chat with the miners to get an idea of their work and lifestyle. The entire tour lasts about 4 to 5 hours and cost 100 to 150 Bolivianos (~US$ 15-22) Santa Cruz de La Sierra
We went from the city into the countryside. Tarabuco is where hundreds of indigenous people come in to organize a weekly Sunday Market. The locals come in their traditional clothing, wearing colourful blankets to transport their merchandise. Children come along too with small dark eyes peeping from the colourful blankets carried on the back of certain women. A great cultural experience and a great way to interact with the locals as well.
Santa Cruz de la Sierra
Not much to see here, but if you are heading to Brazil by bus, then you will be passing through here. Also, it has an international airport and sometimes flights are cheaper at the Santa Cruz airport. This post was originally published on Winds Of Travel.