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| Paradise for a self-professed "salt-aholic". The lobby of the famous hotel made of salt in the Salar de Uyuni. | "Isla de Pescadores" (Fisherman's Island) in the middle of the salt lake. You can still see where the pre-historic waves use to lap up against the shore all those tens of thousands of years ago. |
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| "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest landscape of them all?" One of the many flamingo strewn lakes on the Uyuni route. | On the road to Potosi. "Ok, this time I mean it. If I see one more sweeping vista full of stunning views I'm gonna scream!" |
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| The Aftermath. It's amazing that we can get all this crap on two motorcycles. Linda unwinding in our hotel room in Potosi. | Jeff-The-Mine-Rat. One of the "walkways" on the Potosi mine tour. Crawling through these nooks at 13,800 feet in elevation is not as easy as it looks. Even harder still to earn your living down there. |
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| Just a glimpse of "the most dangerous road in the world". In less than 40 miles the road from La Paz to Coroico loses over 10,000 ft in elevation as it snakes its way from the frigid altiplano to the steamy jungle. | Taking the scenic route from Coroico to La Paz via Villa Puente. This is most definitely Enduro country. Life here at 6,000 rpm's can be called nothing less than pure exhileration. |
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| "Her name was Lola. She was a show girl. With yellow feathers in her hair..." The beach-side town of Copacabana, Bolivia on the shores of Lake Titicaca. | |