A few information on the country and the politics. Bolivia is engraved in three different landscapes. In the Southwest the Altiplano, a plateau on an altitude between 3500 m and 4500 m, which is mostly deserted. In the Northeast the lowlands which is the jungle and mostly inaccessible. In the Southeast is the Chaco, a dry plateau which is as far as Paraguay up to the North of Argentina.

... Bolivian woman with her Manta, a traditional scarf for all things to carry

Over 70 % of the 8 millions of population of Bolivia are Indians. The first time in the history of the country there is a Indian elected as their president. Evo Morales, from a Aymara family has a lot of sympathies of the population and since he is the president the people of Bolivia have many more rights then before. For them he is a hero, for the Americans and the few rich people living in Bolivia he is treated like a terrorist. Even though Bolivia is blessed with mineral sources, especially with natural gas, it is the poorest country of South America. The world bank and IWF under the command of the USA, imposed Bolivia in the 90th as a condition “There will be just foreign aid and more credits from the banks if the generation of natural gas will be in private hands”. Beneficiary have been foreign especially American and European Petrol- and natural gas companies. Even the jobs to general natural gas have been occupied by foreign workers. Most of the petrol dollars did go into foreign countries where the population of Bolivia did come away empty-handed. Morales did promise to his people, that in case they would vote for him, he make sure that all companies working with natural gas and petrol will be nationalized and the benefits will be for Bolivia itself. As a result of this, the ambassador of the USA, Manuel Rocha, threatened the people of Bolivia: “In case of an election of Evo Morales as the president of Bolivia, the USA will quit the foreign aid and will close the market to Bolivia”. God thanks, most of the population of Bolivia did not let them intimidate and they voted Morales for president. Three month after the election, Morales kept his promise and nationalized all companies for natural gas and petrol. But it is just a question of time, how long Moreles will be on power. His political opponents, supported by the government of the USA, hatch plans to over through the government of Bolivia. It is not fair, if you see how and where the US Government is spinning their nets in the background and using their power worldwide. That ones which suffer are always the poor people and the kids. Already 40 years ago there was a man, which stood up for the rights of the farmers and the Indians. He was becoming worldwide a cult figure, “Che Guevara“. The 30 year old revolutionary with a beard and a black beret have been killed in October 1967 in the mountains, about 150 km east of Sucre during a fight with the special troop of the Bolivian Armies. The backer of this fight have been the US secret service CIA. But the myths Che Guevara is still alive.
This was a short introduction of Bolivia and now we like to continue our travel report.

Satelite picture of Bolivia – our travel route

Up at the Chilenian -Bolivian border control in Ollagüe we all meet again, which have been the day before on the campground in Calama. Volkmar and Gudrun from Berlin with their VW-Bully, Walter and Marion with their MAN-Truck from Warstein (west of Germany) and Paul, Joe with their four year old son and the right-handed Landover. As we are on our way to the border control, Paul is coming back and tells us in a way, just British can do so: “We drive back to San Pedro, the Bolivians don’t want us”. First we think it is one of his jokes. But it is not, Paul´s land rover is right-hand steered and that is the reason they don’t let him in. From the officer on the Chilenian side he gets a tip to try it in San Pedro, there the colleagues are not as strict. This opportunity means 300 km back on gravel roads and then they still don’t know, if they will let them into the country. We have not seen him anymore since that and normally on this stretches you see each other now and then, since the country is quiet small.

.... We say good bye to each other at the Bolivian border, knowing that we will meet each other in the next weeks or month somewhere again

Now we can start the adventure Bolivia. The next weeks we will be in the wild Southwest of Bolivia, if we will have no problems with the extreme climate, the thin air up on this altitude and the bad roads. We drive along bizarre rock formations, always the high mountains in our back, before we come in the evening to the town of Uyuni at the salt lake with the same name, “Salar de Uyuni”.

... A woman at the market in Uyuni with the typical bowler hat

In Bolivia there are nearly no campgrounds. Out in the wilderness it is not a problem to camp, but in the cities you should not leave your car unattended. Either you park it at a 24 hour watched car park or directly next to the police station. We got the tip to park and overnight at the Hotel Misthel, where you can stay for the night on the back yard of the hotel for a few Bolivianos. We are happy to got this information, since it is already getting dark. Just on the next morning we see, where we have actually parked our car.

... „Romantic Hotel Misthel“, Garbage place, garage and scrap heap

The place is anything else then a romantic place, but we are happy, that our car is parked save and we are in the middle of town, means we can do everything on foot. A few kilometres outside of Uyuni there is the so called train cemetery. Over the years they have stationed lots and lots of trains, where the trains are standing and rust. This place is not only of interest for train freaks and it is on foot just an hour away from town.

... train-cemetery in Uyuni

The main reason, why most of the tourists are driving this tiring long way up to Uyuni is, that everybody want to visit the worlds largest salt lake on an altitude of 3660 m. Certainly as well we are here for that reason and originally it was planned that we drive onto the salt lake with our own bus and overnight here.

...„Salar de Uyuni“, 12 m deepness of salt

When you drive onto the salt lake, a lot of salt stays on the underseal of the car and it is extremely hard to wash it away again and certainly the end of it is – rust. We don´t want to risk this and we therefore book a tour with a local agent for a daytrip onto the salt lake. The cost of this trip is 20 US Dollar per Person. At 11.00 am we start with a four wheel drive on the roads of the salt lake. Apart from the driver and a female chef are another 6 people on the car: a guy from Peru, one from Bolivia, a couple of Great Britain and we two. First we drive to the famous salt hotel which stands in the middle of the salt lake. Everything, apart of the thatched roof is made out of salt. From the tables to the chairs to the bed. After enjoying the salt hotel we go further on to the “Isla de los Pescadores” (the island of the fishermen)

... Isla de los Pescadores

Nobody can tell us where this island has it’s name from. There is a nice hike on the island up to the top, passing thousands of cactus. Meanwhile our female chef is preparing lunch, which is roasted meat, Quinoa and salad.

... the name „Cactus Island“ would fit better

At around 5.00 pm we go back to Uyuni and at dawning we are at our “Romantic Hotel” again. The back yard where we are, is next to the military ground, where the soldiers have their rooms and it seems they love music. Every day at 5.30 am we wake up by the wakeup call of a trumpet. Half an hour later we listen to marching music. Well that is not all, actually they play and rehearsal the whole day and the room for it seems to be right next to our hotel. Even for me, as a former Musician it is to much and I am nearly getting mad. It is so much rehearsal that we skip preparing dinner and go out for dinner to one of the various restaurants in town. Choosing a meal, Michaela is much more open to new things then me. She is ordering meat of the Vicuña and lama with Quinoa, a typical grain from the plateau, while I mostly stay with beef and French fries. For a big good meal we seldom pay more then 5 Euro. In the late evening when we go back to our night camp we can feel the ice-cold wind coming from the salt lake. We know by then, it will be as cold as yesterday. Uyuni very often is called the fridge of Bolivia and we must say, this is right. Last night we had – 15° Celsius and even in the bus it was – 2° Celsius.

... frostige Nächte bis – 15°C

The only thing which helps after such a cold night is a pot of hot tea and the best is not to leave bed before sunrise. But in between an hour the sun is changing the frost to over + 20° Celsius. Shortly before we leave Uyuni we meet a Belgium family with four children, one of it is a 6 month old baby girl and they travel with a remodelled truck. They as well want to go over the salt lake with their truck. A few days later we’ve been told from other travellers, that they drove over the salt lake, but broke into it. 72 hours they had to wait, till help came and could pull them out again. After four days we leave now Uyuni and heading towards Potosi over the Cordillera de Chichas.

... Indigena-woman on the field

Next to a little village, at a lagoon, we find a place to camp for the night. Next day morning we look out the window and think we have problems with our eyes. We stand in the middle of a herd of about two hundred lamas. A female shepherd is just bringing them onto the field where we parked the car.

... female shepherd at the morning with her lama herd

In that moment we are warmed up again from the sun we start to continue our travel. We pass small villages which are along our way. Most of the farmers here are poor and live from there herds of lamas. Sometimes we see herds of donkeys which are along the roads. Two times we have to pass small creeks, which used to be during raining season big rivers. Before we pass them, we always have to make sure, that we really can pass without problems. This means, we have to put off our shoes and as well the trousers and then we walk into the water. If the underwear is staying dry, we can do it with our bus as well, if not (speaking about 70 cm) we have to go all the way back in order not to damage the engine of our bus. Four weeks ago, we would not have had the chance to pass this creeks which in those times are rivers. Till now we always have been lucky. Shortly before Potosi we drive through a small canyon and then we reach the town about lunchtime.

... on the way to Potosi

Potosi, a town with 120 000nhabitants is on an altitude of 4070 m and is said to be next to the Tibetan town of Lhasa the highest city of the world. For us it is in the moment very important to know the exact altitude, to make sure we take always enough time to acclimate ourselves in order to lower the risk of having health problems.

... Potosi, a view over the city

We do not stay to long in the city with it’s silver mines. In the past time this city was one of the most important cities of the Spanish emporium in South America. The silver of the mines was covered with the sweat and blood from lots of Indians, but nevertheless it meant for Spain richness. Thousands of Indians did die in those times. Slavery, forced labour, exploitation of the people, that was a few hundred years ago. Die working conditions did not much change since the colonial time. Today the poverty let people work in the mines. We can’t believe it, that even today thousands of children are send by there parents into the mines for working. Very often they are not older then 12 years and they work up to 12 hours, starting from 7.00 pm till 7.00 am. After work they have to attend school and certainly are sleeping instead of learning. There bodies are already old by the time they reach the age of 20 and just a few of them will reach the age of 35 or 40. Most of them are dying of Silikose (dust lungs). Children’s work is by law forbidden even in Bolivia, but out of poverty the law does not count. Nobody persecute offences. We don’t want to look away and just tell you the beautiful sights and about the wonderful people we meet on our travel. This kind of themes you don’t find in any guide books. We don’t want to show you just the beauty of the country and the lovely people. In that moment you travel through Bolivia and be away from the tourist tracks you see the real country and you recognise the real live and how poor they are. Very often we get in contact with the poverty of this country. More about that during our report.

... Sucre, the day finishes, the night starts

We want to be in Sucre before sunset, in a place which Gudrun and Volkmar recommended. It is a hostel in the centre of Sucre, called Pachamama where we can park our car as well on the backyard of the hostel. This hostel is done by a Bolivian family which really have a beautiful backyard.. There even is a green field where they constructed tables and chairs made out of sandstone. Anna, the owner of the hostel did take a lot of time and love into this small garden. All over are plenty of wonderful plants and flowers. And another positive aspect is with it: We can sit outside without wearing pullover and jackets since a long time, even though Sucre lies on an altitude of 2800 m.

... everybody starts one time

Sucre is the official capital of Bolivia and the seat of the supreme court . The government businesses are done in the city of La Paz which is a city inhabited by millions of people. No city In whole South America you can´t find a city, build in the colonial style, which is as original like Sucre. It was build on seven hills, exactly like the city of Rome. It is as well called the white city due to the fact that the facades are white.

... A Indigena woman is knitting

The city enchantes us.We have the feeling it is not a typical city of Bolivia. With it´s lots of students it really gets an international flair. If you would try to find a comparison it would be the Bolivian Regensburg (where we lived in Germany). We feel really homely in this city and every day we find another way to walk through. We have the feeling it will continue quiet a while.

... over the roofs of Sucre

We ask Anna, which restaurant she would recommend for a dinner. She send us over to a restaurant called the ”Oriental” where we are the only “white” people. At the entrance there is a big plastic bowl. The size of it is so big that we in Germany would wash children in it. In there is a brown fluid which reminds us to liquid manure. All of the guests in the restaurant get one glass of it, we are not brave enough to try it. Instead we ask for two beers which the waitress is going to fetch for us over the street. There is no menu, only chicken with potatoes. Michaela order a quarter of a chicken, myself a half one. My chicken is so big that the plate where it is on, is not big enough. Michaela is starting to laugh and can’t stop to do so. We can’t remember that we ever would have seen a chicken as big as this is. The air in the restaurant is hot and sticky. At the open window, we recognize a man, a beggar, who stands there in trying to get eye contact with the guests of the restaurant. For most of them this man is invisible. I try to get eye contact with him and give him a sign that he knows, we will take care tonight for some food for him. Half of a chicken with lots of potatoes we let us rap like a doggy bag. At the exit he is already waiting and thanks us a thousand times and explains, that he need the food not for himself but for his kids. In Argentina and Chile we did feed the dogs. Here the people need some support.
Next day we meet Bruno, a French guy who is our age.

... Bruno the nurse and a "Schamane"

He lives since a few month already in the same hostel were we stand with our VW-bus. Bruno is a nurse and works as a volunteer, not even get paid for accommodation and food. He takes care about 150 children out of 2000 children which are living on the street here in Sucre. The parents of this kids leave them here in order to find a job in Argentina or Chile. Most of the parents never come back to Bolivia and so the kids have to make there own life. He tells us about his work. Michaela is one time visiting the Centre, were the kids can stay during the day and where they get warm meals and been looked after by some street workers. If they have any health problems, Bruno takes care about this. Michaela give her old shoes to the Centre, since she bought new ones and a girl which have been wearing till now Sandals during Summer and Wintertime have new ones.
Five days before we leave Sucre there is happening a tragedy. A small bus which brings Tourists from Sucre to the Sunday market in Tarabuco, get involved into an accident. Most of the tourists being in that bus, get hurt and unfortunately one Canadian girl (20 years old) dies. As well from our hostel there are some tourists involved and upon arrival of the news Anna the owner of the hostel as well then Bruno, the nurse, are heading to the hospital were the tourists have brought to, for translating and help were they can. Late at night they are back again. Bruno is doing his work as a nurse now in the garden of the hostel, while Anna is looking after them like a mother.
We are changing the theme now.

... the monastery of San Franciscans with the monastery church La Recoleta, one of 22 churches and chapel’s from the Spanish colonial time which are still here in Sucre

Late in the afternoon, when there is the sunset, we often go up to the Convento La Recoleta, a 400 year old San Francisco monastery. From up here you have a terrific view down to the city and it is really quiet, different then being down in town. We meet here Sanjosa and other Indigenas, which are selling there homemade waved textiles to the tourists

... Sanjosa and Michaela

We tell them about our families, how life is in Germany and Europe. Once we tell them, that in the very North of Europe there is no sunset for a few month, they start to laugh and do not believe us. More and more Indigenas are sitting together with us and listen to our stories and ask thousands of questions. At the end they want to know, if we will come back tomorrow again. We really have lots of fun with them.

... lots of fun together

On our journey we never stayed as long as here. The city and the people here are so friendly, so warm hearted that the last 18 days were passing by quick. But we want to see more of this country and therefore it is time for us to leave. We put this travel report in the net, before we leave, since we don’t know when we will have the next possibility.
Hasta luego!
Raimund and Michaela

On the other side of the street there are lots of plastic bottles which are filled with water. This time we stop there, since we have seen this already quiet often. Till now we always thought this is just rubbish lying on the street. Well this time we will have a closer look and we can realise that behind the bottles there is a kind of altar , with a woman lying on her back having a little baby on her breast. We don´t know what the meaning of this is and ask Jorge, who have a kiosk in the next village, what is it all about. He tells us the story of Deolinda Correa, which have happened in the year 1841. Deolinda Correa was a very brave women, which did walk through the desert just before getting the baby, to search for her husband, which she wanted to free from the armies. But right after given birth she died because of thirst. The child however survived, since the breast of Deolinda Correa still had milk. Lying on her back, with one bare breast, on her body lying the little baby, that’s how two Gauchos found her. Every year at Easter time there is a pilgrimage of over 50 000 people to the place where it is told that she have been found. The so called Difunta ( span= the dead one) is a popular saint in Argentina, even if the church do not accept her as this. Who ever believe in her will see another wonder. There are lot´s and lot´s of wonders which is said, that it was done by the Difunta Correa.

... one of the thousands Difunta Correa-Altars along the streets

She is as well the patron saint of the truck driver. Down from Tierra del Fuego up till the Bolivian border you can see this altars. One time people started to leave water there, that no travellers should die having not enough water with them like the Difunta. In former times you could really drink that water, nowadays the bottles stay there till maybe one time somebody would recycle them. We as well have a cold drink at Jorges kiosk before we continue our drive on this hot day. We are again driving on the cuarenta. The broken Asphalt is melting and mixes with the red soil. We drive through fantastic looking country with thousands of cactus. In the rear mirror we can see how much dust is behind our car. Well we wanted to have more sunny and warmer weather but we did not think that it will get this hot. We sit in our car and feel like in a sauna. we do not visit the Valle de la Luna and the well known Talampaya Canyon since it would be to much. Too many wonderful, fantastic, magic nature we have seen, our heart and eyes needs a kind of break. We drive further on with many cactus along the street through the canyon Cuesta de Miranda with it´s 800 curves till we reach Chilecito, Santa Florentina where we go this time on a campground.

... Cuesta de Miranda, cactus big as houses

New day, new luck. What would fit better to a hot day then the hot springs of Fiambala. So off we go to Fiambala which is 260 km far away. The springs are situated about 15 km east of Fiambala in a canyon 1800 m above sea level. 12 thermal springs are here one under the other in the middle od old trees which give enough shadow, that you are not feeling to hot. In the top basin the water comes out from the rocks with a temperature of 44 degrees Celsius. Through a waterfall it runs down to the next basin where the temperature is already one degree less and so on. So you have 12 basins where each of them have a different temperature. It starts to get dark and most of the people are going home, which had been here just for a day. Only a few are staying in the cabanas, which are situated next to the thermal springs. We get to know two man coming from Hamburg, with whom we stay till 1.00 am in the wonderful warm water, looking up to a marvellous sky with thousands of stars. Next day we wake up from a loud noise. The parking lot where we parked our car did become a construction site and therefore we drive as fast as we can away from here – without having breakfast. Short-term we decide to do our second passing of the Anden over the so called San Francisco Pass back to Chile. This time we are much better prepared, since we were most of the time at a height of around 2000 m. Therefore it should be not a bigger problem. The pass is at a height of 4748 m above sea level. We get first some more petrol, till we drive up the pass since the next petrol station is just to be found after 580 km in the city of Copiapo. The landscape we are driving through is just marvellous.

... San Francisco-Pass from the Argentinean side

The San Francisco-Pass is really colourful, the colour of the rocks are changing every few minutes. The only animals we see here are wild donkey. On the Argentinean Pass the street is just asphalt. So higher we come so less oxygen is in the air. For a few moments Michaela´s heart is throbbing. But she feels better very soon and anyhow, every 10 km there are small hats with the first aid kid and oxygen masks.

...Paso San Francisco, 4748 m

The Argentinean border control is at a height of 4000 m. The two people from Hamburg, which we met yesterday at the thermal springs are already coming back from the pass. They started quiet early this day since their goal was just to go up and coming back in the evening to the thermal springs to relax in them again.
Now we are nearly at the very top of the pass on 4748 m and this is as well the actual border of Chile and Argentina. On the Chilenian side there are just gravel roads. We pass at a Laguna where there are two natural thermal springs and therefore we make a short stop, to dip our feet’s into this warm water. After that we drive for hours through a plateau.

...wonderful and seclusion plateau at the San Francisco-Pass, on the Chilenian side

Around us the mountains are looking really majestic. All peaks which we see here are over 6000 m. We pass the salt lake of Maricunga where the border control of Chile is situated. Two young quiet bored border officer await us. Certainly Michaela has hidden again all our vegetables and fruits in the best way she does it always – that’s what we thought. Again the question: “Do you carry any milk products, meat, fruits or vegetables with you?” In the same moment Michaela is saying: “Sure not” a tomato rolls out the cupboard which one of the border officer has opened. He takes it with humour and all four of us are laughing about that. The tomato he still keep´s. Before we continue driving further we have a nice chat with a packet of Haribo gum bears, which we bought in La Serena in a supermarket. This gum bears of Haribo are very seldom to be found in South America.
Finally the road takes us now down direction Copiapo. 180 km nothing than just desert, only a few km before Copiapo we can see some very small villages. It is already dark when we reach the city, therefore we decide to overnight at a petrol station. Next day we drive further north on the Pan-Americana. We are already at the southern foothill of the Atacama desert, one of the most driest and hottest deserts on earth. In some parts it have not rained for the last 100 years. At Chanaral we go direction the sea where there is a small national park called “Pan de Azucar”, which means sugar loaf.

... Overnight place at the national park „Pan de Azucar“

The peculiarity of this national park are the cactus, there are twenty different ones here to be found. The second peculiarity is – at least for us: Ingo, Joli and Reni are as well overnighting there with their car. We have a wonderful evening together and next day we do go further on the Pan-Americana while the trio is still taking another day in the national park.

... back from the „Pan de Azucar“ to the Pan Americana

About 1000 km long is the Pan Americana going through the Atacama desert. It is Sunday and just a few cars are on the road. Mostly trucks which are on their way back to the South. They deliver goods into the sparsely settled North of Chile. Wherever we look there is just desert till the horizon in all different shades of brown. In the far distance we can already see a bigger city that must be Antofagasta. One of the few bigger cities in the north. As we come nearer to it, we recognise this were just knee-high bushes. It was a Fata Morgana, which happens through the heat. Later in the afternoon, finally a cool breeze is coming from the ocean and we are sure know that we must be near Antofagasta

... Sand sculpture at Antofagasta

300 000 inhabitants are living in Antofagasta along the coast for about 15 km. Since the price for copper has been rising on the world market, the town at the edge of the Atacama booms. There are lots of copper mines in the hinterland and the copper is transported from there to Antofagasta where it is brought on ships from where they are transported all over the world. We drive along the coast till Tocopilla then pass Calama direction to the desert village of San Pedro de Atacama. There are still 200 km to go. On our way there we pick up Ramon who had a breakdown with his car. The road gets very steep now. To steep and that’s why after another few kilometre we have to stop. The temperature of the cooling water did rise. So we have to wait together with Roman till the water cools down again. Actually we don’t know why it happened because both ventilations are running properly and it was enough water in it. Could it be that it is all because of the thin air here up in 3000 m height? Well after half an hour the engine cooled down again and we can go further. After a few kilometres we are at the top of the hill and from now on it is going downwards. While we are driving, Ramon tells us that he is working in the world biggest copper mining in Chuquicamata which we pass on our way. In Calama he leaves us to get somebody to pick up his car. But before that he gives us his telephone number and invites us to his home which is about 100 km far from Calama. We will tell more later about that. Shortly before San Pedro we are stopping on the side of the street, to look down to the valley where there is San Pedro de Atacama and as well the Salt lake in the South. We just see a green Oases with trees and bushes, no houses, nothing. The peculiarity of the Oases is the low way of building houses which are mostly done out of loam and wood of the cactus. None of the houses are bigger then one floor (apart from the house where the police is situated) and therefore all the trees are bigger and you have the feeling when you look from a far distance that there are no houses at all.

... shortly before the village of San Pedro de Atacama

16 years ago I have been already in San Pedro de Atacama and I was feared that the village through tourism would have changed a lot. But I have to say, God thanks, it haven’t changed much and the village still has it´s flair. Certainly there is a lot of tourism and therefore lots of the houses which at that time have been homes have changed into souvenir shops, restaurants and travel agencies. Nevertheless it is charming to walk through the lanes with the loam on the street and the limed houses. One of the very few sightseeing spots is the church, called „ Iglesia de San Pedro“ from the 18th century with a roof made out of cactus wood.

... Iglesia de San Pedro

Our residence for the next days is the Hotel-Camping Takha Takha in the middle of the village where there is a blooming hollyhock garden. This is a good base for the tours we want to make into the surrounding of San Pedro and on top of it, it is just two minutes away from the pedestrian zone of the village.

...Pedestrian zone in San Pedro de Atacama

We have made up an appointment with our Swiss friends Joli, Reni and Ingo which are arriving two days later. There are some reparation to be done on the cars as well the washing and some emails and so on. We cook together and certainly there is lots to talk about. Michaela, Reni and I are doing a daytrip up to the Jama Pass on a height of 4400 m.

... Jama-Pass, 4400m

San Pedro is ideal to acclimate, since this desert village it is on a height of 2500 m. That’s why we nearly don’t realize the 2000 m more on height. First the street is constantly going up and then we are on a plateau where we watch Lamas and Alpacas, which are owned by the Indio families.

... Lama up at the Jama-Pass

Other than the small houses made out of loam and the herds, the families do not own anything else. Lamas and Alpacas are belonging to the family of the camels, that’s why they are called Andean-Camels. There are two more species of camels which are living up here on the Altiplano. The wild and very shy Guanacos and the Vicuñas. Both are more looking like a dear then a camel. The wool is said to be the nicest and finest of the world. That’s why in the 1970th there were just about 1000 of the Vicuñas left. Just in time they have been added to the protection of species and therefore over 27 000 Vicuñas are living here again.

... Vicuñas at the Altiplano

Well that’s for the world of animals.
We drive further through the plateau. To our left-hand there is the Bolivian volcano Licancabur with a peak of 5930 m. At my first visit to South America I wanted to climb up this perfect looking volcano together with another Bavarian which I met in San Pedro. Just about 300 m before the peak we had to return, because we were exhausted. Today I admire the magic of the volcano from a far distance.

... Volcano Licancabur 5930 m, in the background

We drive through inhospitable landscape. Saltplateaus are mainly here in this picture of landscape. One time the landscape looks wide and smooth and then it looks quiet bizarre. As we drive back again the landscape is different out of the light from the afternoon. The plateaus are touched by long shadows from the mountain range.

... Saltplateaus at the Jama-Pass

Half an hour before sunset we are back at San Pedro. The highlight of the day is still to come. Not far from San Pedro is the „Valle de la Luna“ (the valley of the moon). A street is leading us through this “Moon landscape”. We have just two days before the full moon and so we are really lucky. The moon is nearly round.

... the moon nearly puffed

In the same moment on one side the sun is saying good bye and the desert is touched in all different colours, the moon is making his way up. The light changes minute by minute. Some buses full with tourists are already at the parking lot at the big sand dune. About 80 “Picture hunter” are storming up to the dune and taking one picture after another.

... “Picture hunter” at the sand dunes

Certainly we do the same, just from another hill. Unfortunately the light spectacle in this clear air lasts not long and the last buses already leave the “Moon valley”. Silence is back here where just the moon is awake and take care over his valley.

... Michaela and Reni in the moon valley

Ingo and Joli did already await us since we still want to cook together. At dinner we go over the day and the fantastic things which we have seen today. The evenings out in the deserts are cold so we cant sit to long outside and go back into our warm cars. We had planned just a few days staying here, but in the end we stayed 8 days in San Pedro de Atacama. Reni´s vacation is coming to an end and Ingo and Joli are bringing her down to Calama where her flight is going back to Switzerland.
We still have our date with Roman, which we picked up the other day on the way to Calama. This meeting unfortunately never happened, why we don’t know, maybe a misunderstanding. We have been at the meeting point but he never showed up, so we just could leave a message on his answering machine.
In Calama, on the municipal camping we meet Gudrun and Volkmar from Berlin which are as well travelling with a VW Bus. Next to them there are Marion and Walter from the Ruhr area travelling with a MAN Truck. We all have the same destination which is BOLIVIA. We drive all on the same day towards Bolivia but not at the same time since all of us have a few things to do in town. But we decide, that we will meet each other on the way at about 3000 m to get the body acclimated again since next day we go over a pass with a height of over 4000 m. Michaela and I are visiting a small village along the road called Chiu Chiu. Actually we want to visit a small lagoon which is called „Inca Coya“. Well it looks more like a round waterhole in the middle of the desert and nobody knows how deep it is. Even the very famous French biologist for ocean, Jacques Cousteau has been here, trying to find out how deep it is. His divers couldn’t go further then 2000 m and it was still not the ground of the hole.

... Laguna Inca Coya

We drive from the hole with unknown depth further direction Bolivia. In the late afternoon we see already both cars in the far distance and join them. We just have enough time to drink a cup of coffee together, then all of us are going back to the car since it is to cold to sit outside. In the night we have – 12 degrees Celsius.

... Convoy, overnight place in the desert of the Atacama

Well that’s enough for today, we are near the Bolivian border. The next report will be already from Bolivia
Michaela and Raimund