Between Potosi and Uyuni, Bolivia. Southwestern Bolivia looks a lot like the Western US, I can see why Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid set up shop here after things got too hot for them in the US.
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Bolivia has some of the richest silver deposits in the world. In the early 1900´s they had some of the most advanced trains here to work the mines. After they had outlived their usefulness, they just parked them out in the desert here. Some of these have been sitting here for over 100 years.

A little anti Bush graffiti at the train graveyard. Roughly translated: ¨G W Busch (sic), like this train, you are finished.¨ They could have at least spelled his name right.

Allan, the guy on the left, is someone I met at a Horizons Unlimited meet in Mexico a few years ago. He and I had kept in email touch and we met up in Uyuni for a few days. You can keep up with his travels at www.worldrider.com, there might even be a video of he and I out on the salt flats on there by now. The 2 on the right are Dutch guys we met on motorcycles here. They run motorcycle tours in Europe, and were here scouting locations for tours in South America.

Lots of empty space out here on the Salar de Uyuni. Much bigger than Bonnevile.

Allan at speed on the salt flat.

We camped for the night near an ïsland¨ in the middle of the salt lake.

Sunset on the Salar de Uyuni.

Between Uyuni and the Argentinian border at Villazon.

For maybe 6 or 10 miles, the road doesn´t exist, you just ride in the river bed. At least there were enough truck tracks to follow so I didn´t get lost. This is the only road between two good sized towns. No one said this would be easy.

No, this isn´t Utah, it´s southwestern Bolivia.

It might not be exciting to you, but this was the first piece of asphalt I had seen in over 400 miles. I wanted to kneel down and kiss it.

With a totally white canvas, and nothing for scale, you can get some very weird effects with a camera. These are not photoshopped in any way.

That is my goal, still a long way away. I crossed the border to Argentina without incident, except waiting in line for 2 busloads of tourists in front of me. About and hour and a half standing in the sun.

Premium fuel at YPF stations in Argentina is refered to as ¨Fangio¨ I asked the attendant if that refered to Juan Manuel, and he was all excited that I knew who he was. You know, Juan Manuel Fangio, the Formula One driver from the 50´s. He is a national hero here, the attendant told me their is a museum devoted to him, but I forgot what city. I´ll have to look it up.

In the same town as the YPF station, a guy on a motorcycle stopped to talk and said he owned property and had an empty apartment which he would rent me by the night. That is where I am now, $8 per night.