Beauty in the middle of nothing.

Well Hello!!!
I am back from a fanastic tour of southwest Boliva to the Chile border.
The bus ride here was amazing, the roads were great and since it was during the day I got to stick my nose to the window and watch the amazing mountain landscapes unfold before me. Basically our rockies, but bigger: meets our badlands, but bigger. I decided the next time I come I want to do it with my own wheels so I can stop when ever I want. (yes, i know im still here but yes im already planning on coming back)
When we got here me and sarah, an aussie girl I came with, went looking for a tour company to go with...after wandering around to some different ones be decided on one. The next morning we arrived and there was 3 other people that were supposed to be with us to, but then for some reason they seperated us and we got put on different tours.
And might I say we got sooooo, lucky. We got probley the nicest 4x4 he could drive fast over all the bumps and rocks and we didn´t feel anything. Meanwhile other were slowly bouncing along. And our driver was great, other travellers were having problems even getting theirs to stop to take pictures and when ever we would stick our camera to the window he would go ¨stop for picture¿ and just stop.
The group we ended up with was 2 other aussie couples....so 5 austrilans and moi. Nice since were all english speaking.
We started at a train graveyard. looks like it sounds, a bunch of old trains....from there we went to a little village made up of salt bricks and rusted car bumpers. The reason the villa was made of salt is because it is right at the edge of the world biggest Salar. It was once an ancient ocean but now it a vast expanse of white salt....well it if it wasn´t the rainy season it would be white: However the rain has left about 5 inchs of water all on it which made a perfect reflection of the sky. When driving on it, it actually feels and looks like your driving in the sky.
So, after eatting our Alpaca steaks, while sitting on salt chairs at a salt table we headed out for the villa we would be staying for the night.
Out of all the cars (a few dozen) Only 3 of us stayed in this one village which was great, we got hot showers and great rooms....
The next morning we awoke and continued, The rocky road took us through the mountains to many different lakes, since the flamingos are migrating right now, all of them had tonnes of the pink and white birds on them. The mountins here are different, higher, bigger, and nothing on them. We accended to over 4900 meters, and then there on the top of the mountian we´re in a red desert. Beautiful and intresting rocks left by erosion in the middle of seemingly no where.
I have some pretty pictures....you´ll see....
Where there is nothing else up here there are these wild llamas, that some how manage to live.
After driving through some more indiscribeable landscape of sand dunes, mountains, volcanos, mountain with holes in the side of them where metorites hit: we arrived to one of the national parks, right past it was a red lake, and we stayed just past here for the night.
The next morning we awoke at 4:30am to get to the gysers in time....Basically I woke up and went to mars. Weird weird landscape, the earth spraying steam out of bubbling mud holes, all surrounded by bright red mountains, ground, and rocks. We watched the sun rise here and then went to some natural hot springs for breakfast. From here we went to some more brillantly colored lakes with a huge volcano as their backdrop. The 4 others in our tour were continuing on to chile to we left them at the border switched cars and came home a different but still intrestingly and beautiful way. We stopped for lunch in a little village on the edge of where the earth is being torn apart....litterally.
And now Im back in Uyuni....I actually still shouldn´t be here, but this time at no fault of the Bolivan bus system I missed my bus last night....After eatting supper I was saying my good bye to some other freinds heading to La Paz, when with a confused look I crooked my head sideways and pointed at my bus as it drove right in frount of me, Hey thats my bus....all full expect my little window spot at the front. (Hora de salida is 19.45, not 8 kara....read your stupid ticket!)
Ha Ha, oops, So im off again tonight to Oruro where I will catch another bus to Cochabamba. But since nothing here seem to be planned right my bus gets in at 4am...you think they would just leave here later and get in at a more resonable time....
You all should google earth the south west of boliva and can see how weird yet beautiful it is.