Two trilbies, a marriage, and Barbie goes down. All taken with a pinch of salt...

Riiiight, I´ve now been on the computer for an hour updating. So someone had better read this.
Tour of the salt flats begins with all of us comprehensively hungover. We meet our tour guide, Victor, and the newest member of Team Llamaf*ckers, Brandon, both of whom turn out to be totally legendary.
Yet more snacks to hand (Pringles esp. popular), we pull out of Uyuni. Stop 1: the train graveyard. We take one look and decide en masse that this is phenomenally dull. We get Victor to drive on immediately. He clearly thinks we´re Philistines. However, Lee then spots a cow, and lets out a moo. Victor promptly gets the giggles, and thus we crack how to please Victor. Whenever he gets miffed with us for taking too long taking pics / being late for breakfast (sign of displeasure = pan pipe music at full volume) we get Lee to make an animal noise. Works like a charm.
First stop; a village at the edge of the flats. We munch on llama steaks, buy random items made of salt, and try to chase down a small piglet. Moving swiftly on; the salt flats. Just extraordinary. Huge hexagons of the stuff at our feet. We change into costume and take some frankly spectacular photos, making the most of the whole perspective thingy. We then drive across them til we hit the hills at the side (12000 km, I think Victor said they were in size - spread as far as the eye can see at one point but for hills shimmering as tho´they are floating islands on the very horizon) and our salt hotel. Hotel is a bit of a stretch. The electricity comes on at 7 and goes off at 10, and tho´there are apparently showers I don´t manage to find one. Loo flushes tho. Bonus. We all watch Hot Rod on Lee´s laptop tucked up beneath teh comically naff bedspreads (big hearts and ´with love forever and always´printed on them) before bed, accompanied by some terrible/hilarious jokes from the boys. Y and I have a separate ´room´ but it´s just partitioned off, which gives us access to said jokes.
My favourites:
´Who is the most popular man in the hospital?´
´The ultra sound man´
`When the ultra sound guy isn´t there, who´s the most popular?´
´The hip replacement man´
BOOM (10 points Curley)
Following morning we´re up at 6.30, supposedly. Late departure = 30 mins of pan pipes until we beg for some i-poddage. Some incredible sights today: 4 lagoons in total, all populated by flamingos, and some stunning rocks. It´s pretty hard to explain how mindblowing it is without the photos, but I think some of them, especially the beloved panoramic ones, do it justice. Everyone is on a high, wowwed by the scenery, and (personally speaking) overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. We get to our hotel (even more basic) at about 4, and head out into the driving wind, blithely ignoring the signs to not walk on the lagoon (it´s all crusty in parts). Bolivian wine to hand we run about taking some of the best pics yet, before heading back to a very raucous pasta supper. Dub step Silent Night anyone? Thought not. Ylonah and I give into vanity and wash our hair, with skull numbing consequences. Ow.
Final wake up call is 5am, plus pancakes and yoghurt. Hot springs take the edge off the hangover, and we take in geysers and the green lagoon, before turning the jeep around and heading back to Uyuni. By the time we´re back we´re dusty and exhausted. I still don´t really want to get out of the car tho´. The whole experience was just immense. The way the landscape changes so comprehensively is quite extraordinary. I love just how wild the place is, bumpy tracks carving at random through the desert, mountains rising and falling around us, huge lagoons appearing before our eyes.
Bolivia - te quiero.