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Travel Guide: Motorbiking across Bolivia's salt deserts

2nd Nov 2011 4:42pm | By tntmagazine

Motorbiking across Bolivia’s famous salt deserts is an easy, but thoroughly satisfying, ride. Just watch out for manholes says Graeme Green.

“This one’s got a bit of oomph, so be careful,” Robin, a Dagenham-born Bolivian citizen, warns me as he hands me the key. I turn it in the ignition and listen to the satisfying purr of the motorbike’s engine. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden a bike and, at 650CC (the bike’s a yellow and black Suzuki DR650), the engine’s a little bigger – OK, 13 times bigger – than I’m used to.

It takes a powerful lurch forward as I pull away and I stall a couple of times. I take it around the block to get the feel for it, then Robin and I set off from the Bolivian town of Uyuni for what has to be one of the most unique landscapes on Earth.

Travelling around South America, I’ve asked many a backpacker what the highlight of their trip has been, and the vast salt flats of Bolivia frequently take the number-one spot. The Salar de Uyuni has 10,500sqkm of brilliant white, almost Arctic landscape, with an estimated
10 billion tonnes of salt standing in for ice and snow. 

It’s 20km on a bumpy road from Uyuni to the salt flats, with trucks kicking up dust and deep sandpits doing their darndest to wrestle control of the bike’s tyres out from under me. The outer edges of the flats are slushy as it’s been raining, and a shallow layer of surface water perfectly reflects the clear, light blue sky. Men with shovels load trucks with perfect pyramids of collected salt.

We pause while Robin tells me the local legend for how the Salar de Uyuni was formed. “They say the lake was created by Tunupa, the mountain goddess,” he says. “She had a love affair with Oruso and they lived happily and had a child. But another mountain goddess came along and wanted the attention of Oruso. She seduced him and ran off with him. Tunupa cried when she found out. She was breastfeeding at the time. The salt tears and milk from her breast mixed together and formed the salt desert.”

(There are a few versions of this legend – one involving a Jeremy Kyle-esque paternity row over a baby volcano – but Tunupa’s tears and milk always form the salar at the end.)

The feeling as I witness the great pure white and blue of the salar open up in front of us is exhilarating, the bike roaring beneath me as I open the throttle. Any hint of dirt or dust from the land disappears as we ride deeper in. The landscape sparkles.

In fact, its very luminescence presents a problem. As well as helmet, chunky boots and jacket, Robin has kitted me out with
a good pair of sunglasses, an essential piece of safety gear. The gleaming scenery, with light bouncing around in all directions, has been known to cause sun-blindness, headaches and other health problems for visitors. There are high rates of early onset blindness among the people who work here.

Psychologically, the terrain is strange for a biker – it looks so much like ice and snow, it seems crazy to be riding at 120kph across it, as if the bike will slip and slide at any moment. Actually, it’s quite firm. “You think it’s going to slide,” Robin says. “But it’s more like riding on concrete than ice. There are some bits you have to power through, where there’s some water on the surface, and other areas where
it’s smooth or even crunchy. The ground’s always changing.”

We ride over long smooth sections, other areas where crystallised salt has made bumpy mounds like anthills, and, stranger still, parts covered by a giant mosaic of naturally formed hexagons. Extreme changes in temperature at this high altitude (3640m) cause the salt to expand and contract, which forms holes in the surface where saltwater bubbles through. The largest hexagons are obstacles to avoid, but at the speed we’re riding the bikes just soar over the smaller ones.

We pass a salt hotel, the original and only remaining one on the salt flats. Due to the venues polluting the salt lake, building on the flats is now forbidden. The newer salt hotels are built around the edges. Outside the hotel is a line of international flags blowing in the wind.

The 80km from the hotel to Incahuasi island – a rocky spot in the middle of the salt flats that is covered with cacti – is pure pleasure as we open the bikes right out. There are no roads, only faint tyre tracks from tourist vehicles that converge close to the island. Local drivers navigate using markers such as the Tunupa volcano and other peaks surrounding the flats. We do the same, picking a freestyle route that heads loosely in the direction of the dark mass of land far ahead, just an hour from the border with Chile. The land ahead glistens in the sun.

Pulling up at the island, where tourist jeeps are parked, other visitors eye our bikes enviably. One of the fun knock-on effects of doing the Salar de Uyuni by motorbike is how undeniably cool it looks compared to the standard 4x4 tours. It’s not cheap, not least because of the costly wear and tear of the salt on the bikes, but it’s worth it, a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

“You feel alive on a motorbike,” Robin tells me over lunch. “But here you also get the experience of the vast openness. It’s spectacular riding, but pretty easy, too.”

There are no roads, few tracks and no other vehicles all afternoon as we head out into the open salar where other tourists don’t tend to go. The immense landscape is ours alone and we make full use of it, giving each other plenty of space as we lean and ride in big swooping lines across the great, wide-open desert.

There are times when Robin’s just a dark speck on the horizon, other times we loop around and cross each other’s tracks, like two lone skaters on what feels like the world’s biggest rink. Other than big salt eyes – holes in the ground caused by the salt expanding and contracting with changes in temperature – there’s no real danger, even at this speed.

If there was anything out here to hit, we’d see it from 10 miles away, the only non-white object on the entire landscape. We reach the slushy shore and reluctantly leave the flats, riding along the edge to the train cemetery just outside Uyuni – a famous attraction where rusted trains languish, useless, around 3km from town.

Distracted by the scenery, I don’t see a corner coming, hit a deep patch of sand and get thrown from the bike. I climb back on and keep riding, with pain in my left thumb (from the handlebars) and a bleeding right elbow. I nearly come off again when another deep ridge of sand on the uneven road makes it difficult to keep the front tyre straight. To top it off, a car screeches to a halt at a crossing in town, missing me only narrowly. 

We arrive, in one piece, at the train cemetery as the sun sets behind a silhouette of hulking rusted trains, abandoned engines and carriages covered in graffiti. “This is a bleak and desolate place,” Robin says. “I think they’re a bit beyond restoration, don’t you?”

The train yard, Robin explains, was the birthplace of football in South America. British engineers came here in the 19th century to design and build Bolivia’s trains and rail network, bringing ‘the beautiful game’ with them which spread quickly across the land.

I climb up on to one of the engines to get a better angle for a photo and nearly fall down a deep manhole, my fourth near miss today. I’m starting to think today might be ‘my time’ and that Death is, Final Destination-style, trying to catch up with me. I hope not. Although as last days on Earth go, this has been a pretty good one.

After dropping the bikes in town, I take a taxi to the hilltop Luna Salada Hotel. There are less expensive places to spend a night in Uyuni, but if you’re only passing this way once, a stay in a salt hotel makes for a novel experience. The walls of the grand, almost castle-like hotel, inside and out, are made entirely from blocks of creamy salt cut through with brown veins of mud. The interior feels light, airy and natural. Rooms are comfy, with gas fires and hot showers. Beds, strewn with thick blankets, are carved from salt. The floor in the bedroom is a kind of crushed salt gravel, which continues down the hallways too, where there are relaxation areas: the walls, arches, tables and chairs all also created from salt.

But it’s not until the following morning that I realise another of the hotel’s big selling points. I’d arrived after dark, but over breakfast, in a dining room made of salt, I sit close to a wall-length window that looks out from the high hillside and take in the scene. There’s a clear view of the jagged crater of Tunupa to the north, while right in front of the hotel is a grassy slope where llamas graze. Beyond it, gleaming whiteness that stretches to and beyond the horizon, the desert of milk and tears

 

WHEN TO GO:
The dry season, from April to October, is the best time to visit the salt flats, although it can get uncomfortably cold – pack layers, and be prepared for minus temperatures overnight. The wet season, from November to March, is great for photos as the water covering the flats turns the desert into a big mirror, dramatically reflecting the sky.

CURRENCY:
1 GBP = 10.8 Bolivianos

ACCOMMODATION:
A hostel bed in Uyuni costs between £12-£25. A night in a double room at the Luna Salada salt hotel costs from about £67 (lunasaladahotel.co.bo).

 

The Insider's guide

Pedro Nunez, a Bolivian tour guide, gives us the inside track on one of South America’s most rewarding countries.

What’s the one thing anyone coming to Bolivia should see or do?
Lake Titicaca and Salar de Uyuni are the big things that everyone does. I’d also recommend seeing Sucre and Potosi, Rurrenabaque, the Jesuit missions and Santa Cruz.

What makes Bolivia unique, compared to other countries in South America?
It’s located at the centre of South America and retains a bit of each country that surrounds it. Also the diversity of its geography, its culture and its people.

Apart from Uyuni and La Paz, which lots of travellers see, what are some more offbeat places that should be on the list of places to go?
Coroico, for its climate, geography and cultural diversity. Also, Torotoro National Park for their footprints of dinosaurs, caves, customs, and
their guns.

Are there any hidden gems in Bolivia that you’d recommend travellers make the effort to see?
The Icla Canyon and its surroundings. And also the crater of Maragua near Sucre.



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