Driving into the middle of the world’s largest salt flat is like entering a hostile alien world – the Salar de Uyuni really does beggar belief. There is little that can rival it for sheer visual impact as the brilliant white of the salt reflects the intense Andean sun like a giant salty mirror – sun glasses and sun block are vital.
My visit to the Salar de Uyuni in 2012 was made under perfect blue skies, coming back early in 2013 for a day trip was to experience a very different salar. Summer rains had left patches of water on the surface, clouds created endlessly fascinating skies, while all around the the edge of the salar thunderstorms formed a dramatic backdrop to the luminous white of the salar…and that was before the red rain swept in.
Mining salt, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Mining salt, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
At the edge of the salar, near to the salt mining and processing village of Colchani, people mine the salt much as they have done for centuries. The great llama trains that used to leave the Salar de Uyuni taking salt across the Inca empire may have been replaced by the combustion engine, but mining techniques haven’t changed much.
Mining salt, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Children walk through a salt mining area, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Mining salt, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Also close to the edge of the salar are strange looking pools of water that bubble away thanks to volcanic activity. They create an intense colour contrast with the white of the salar.
Volcanic pools in the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Volcanic pools in the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Driving further into the Salar de Uyuni, with the final destination of lunch at the bizarre, cactus-covered Isla Incahuasi, we passed several small holes in the salt crust until finally our driver, Milton, stopped by a much larger hole (big enough for one of the wheels of the 4×4 to go fully into).
The holes become very dangerous when the salar is covered in water later in the rainy season, drivers can’t see them and there is a very real risk of wheels plunging into the holes. Vehicles often can’t venture too far into the salar as a consequence. We also passed a now defunct salt hotel which sports a large collection of international flags.
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Large hole in the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Flags in the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Salt crust, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
As we approached the Isla Incahausi we saw a bus speeding across the salt flats, it looked utterly insignificant against the vastness of the salar. An odd sight in this strange place but a lifeline for the communities that survive around the edge of the salar.
A bus speeds across the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Cactus covered Isla Incahausi, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Cactus covered Isla Incahausi, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Cactus covered Isla Incahausi, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Our return back to Uyuni involved a 100km drive across the salt flat, but it looked like we would have to drive through an oncoming storm. The storm clouds looked a strange colour, a sort of rusty red, which Milton called ‘Red Rain’.
This was no normal storm, there was no actual rain, and we found ourselves driving for 20km through an immense dust storm with limited visibility and the windows firmly rolled up. When we emerged out the other side the whole car was covered in a fine red dust.
Red rain, the approaching storm, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Red rain, the approaching storm, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Red rain, the approaching storm, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Reblogged this on bearspawprint and commented:
Is there quicksand, as in Tibet?
I don’t think there’s any quicksand, but the holes in salt can be pretty serious in the rainy season…would love to visit Tibet one day.
Very educational post, I love it! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Sydney, that’s greatly appreciated. Regards.
That’s an amazing area, and you’re doing a great job with these blogs!
Thank you, that is very kind. I think the salar is one of the most extraordinary places I’ve been, I hope to go back at some point when it is fully covered on water.
Breathtaking. Such a surreal, stunning landscape. The red dust storm at the end of it looks like an experience–what was it like to ride through it? Why is the dust red? Everything around looks white.
Riding through it was strange, the light filtered through the dust was a strange orange/pink, which made it a surreal journey, especially as the salar is still bright white.