Salares de Uyuni, Bolivia
(not surprising that there isn´t a US flag)
After another 51 hour bus journey I finally made it to Bolivia. Just in time not to make it to the airport to pick Ingrid up from the airport. We spent two days in the captial La Paz before heading off on a 4 day tour to the salt flats in Uyuni.
Where she was finally able to take out her aggression for me not showing up in time. 
But I was hungry and payback is a B$%&$·%&"&"$%&"·$%!$/.
We tried playing around with salt flats that provide a natural green screen to take some crazy photos. Some came out better than others, we still haven´t mastered the problem of the shadow.
Not warm at 4 am. Getting up in time to see the geysers and hotsprings at sunrise.
Finally, Ingrid and I made it to the white city of Bolivia - Sucre. Which we now have an apartment for the monthe and call home.
Ingrid is adapting very easily to the local culture. She found a job within one day, took on the local dress the following, but sloooooooooow down. Normally those blanket ruck sacks are used for children, we are a looooooooooong way away from that.
My new spanish school compatriots, ingrid and I at the local rock festival. (Not exactly Quilmes Rock in Buenos Aires, but we still had a good time)
We finally made it to the waterfalls this weekend. My backpack was robbed the first weekend by a little old lady in a motorized cart. So I am in La Paz for the day trying to get a new passport. With luck I should be back in Sucre by the morning, finish up my fourth week of spanish school there, and then Ingrid and I are heading off to Peru before she has to go back to Nicaragua.
Finally, Ingrid and I made it to the white city of Bolivia - Sucre. Which we now have an apartment for the monthe and call home.
Ingrid is adapting very easily to the local culture. She found a job within one day, took on the local dress the following, but sloooooooooow down. Normally those blanket ruck sacks are used for children, we are a looooooooooong way away from that.
My new spanish school compatriots, ingrid and I at the local rock festival. (Not exactly Quilmes Rock in Buenos Aires, but we still had a good time)
We finally made it to the waterfalls this weekend. My backpack was robbed the first weekend by a little old lady in a motorized cart. So I am in La Paz for the day trying to get a new passport. With luck I should be back in Sucre by the morning, finish up my fourth week of spanish school there, and then Ingrid and I are heading off to Peru before she has to go back to Nicaragua.
