Thursday – Day 4
Emotions are very human, yet so often people feel like we ‘shouldn’t’ let them show. Well sometimes it’s good to just let it all out. With thoughts of the last few frustrating overwhelming days and really a lot of the frustrations of travelling solo plus the things in life that all-too-easily creep into my thought patterns anyway, I sat in the 4×4 driving onto the Salar de Uyuni for the first time ever, and felt that it hadn’t been the experience that I wanted it to be. My eyes wouldn’t stay dry. I walked away from the group, sat on the cold salt watching the brightening East with bizarre detachment, and I cried and I cried and I cried.
In the middle of the Salar there’s an island with incredible 360 degree views, with thousands of giant cacti hundreds of years old.
A couple of hours later, Ariane and I joined up with Kelly and Klair (YESS!!) and another French girl Justine, to get once more into a 4×4 on dirt roads for hours on hours to a tiny place called Villa Mar, to get up again before 4am to cross this border from Bolivia into Chile and road signs and tarmac and the 21st century. And I could join in the conversation and I smiled and I laughed again!