A bird flew into Mike's spokes leaving some of itself.
Rolling into town was surreal. Knowing we had reached an end brought mixed feelings trumped by deep feelings of pride.
We taped a handmade sign onto our motos announcing that they were for sale for $200 each. A lady bought them within 5 minutes with the stipulation that we were going to ride the salt flats. All the locals cringed when they heard this, saying that we had "given" them away. This is the road to the flats from the town of Uyuni.
Finding the saltWe got to the edge of the flats and found it to be flooded. Many motorcycle travelers skipped this place. They made a huge mistake. With everything we owned strapped to the bike, we rolled up our pant legs and eased into the salty water. Mike went first. We sunk half way to our crankcases and prayed that we would not stall. We made it past the dip and rose to the consistant 6 inches or so that continued into a reflecting blue eternity.
A faint trail lingers in the wake of the bike.
Islands jutting out of the flatness add perspective, yet confuse it.
1974 Honda XL250
The slat is hard as a rock
1974 Honda XL350
Salt was everywhere, it covered our legs like we were wearing a cast.
Somewhere in the middle of the flats stands a salt hotel. We rode at least 2km out and were told by a passing tour guide that we still had another hour to ride before we would reach it. Riding all the way across it, Chile and Argentina lay in wait. We stood and faced an eternity laughing, knowing we tried our best.
We definitely won...
...and then turned around.
Building made of salt blocks.
Their new home, a new place to leak oil.
We have moved on from that moment of the fading sunset from atop a dying train. We have found color and life, people and their work, and thoughts of our next steps. There is a lot more to come. We have found courage throughout these hapless wanderings and found the strength that comes from an idea coming to fruition. There is not much one cannot accomplish.
Stay with us as we move on to the next adventures. I promise, this trip is not the last thing up our sleeves!