09/18 Brutal. That’s how the road was leaving the Salar. It was a sandy, bumpy mess all the way to town. I am sooooo glad I wasn’t riding the other way because the wind would have been blowing all that dirt in my face. I would say this stretch of road was some of the toughest so far. Pushing my bike is no fun at all and I had to do quite a bit of it thanks to the constant deep sand. The hill right before town was a lot of fun too. I’m just glad it was ridable except for a couple small sections of loose sand.
Not too much going on in town. There’s only only place to stay. It’s on the right side next to the school a couple blocks before the plaza (there’s a sign). Bs.25 for a room. The shower is nice and hot. I’m starting to get used to there being no way to lock the door from the inside of rooms. This has been a pretty normal thing in Peru and Bolivia. Usually I just stick a pannier in front of it and hope no one barges in but if someone wants to see me in all my glory who am I to stop them. They have a hose here and it made short work of the salt build-up on my bike.
I’ll miss the stunning night skies on the Salar but I’m not going to miss the bumpy ride across. I had to go full ninja for the ride this morning because of the freezing wind and the intense sun. It sure is an amazing place. It sure felt a lot like I was riding across a frozen lake instead of one covered in salt (that’s what I get for growing up in Canada).