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Calama :: Chile
If Salvador Dali’s mind was a place, this would be it.
Places: Uyuni, Salar de Uyuni, Southwest Loop, San Pedro de Atacama & Calama.
Coolest thing I did: Took lots of silly and inappropriate photos on the salt flats as you can only really do on a surface where perspective is non-existent.
Coolest thing I didn´t know: The Andean people had their own set of constellations (aside from the Greek Zodiac) which were based on the dark spaces between the stars rather than on the stars themselves. The celestial llama does actually look a bit like a llama.
The country between Potosi and Uyuni in Bolivia starts to
resemble Northern Argentina very quickly once you’ve left town, reminding you
just how close the borders of all 4 countries (along with Chile and Peru) are
together. At the still torn up end of the rapidly improving road (the Lonely
Planet predicted 6 hours but due to brand new asphalt the trip is now down to 4
and a half hours and shrinking) lies the frontier town of Uyuni, the last stop
inside Bolivia before Chile and a place totally geared up for one thing – to
allow tourists to go and look at the Salar de Uyuni, the world’s biggest salt
flats (or as I saw it spelled in La Paz, salt flasts). It’s wide streets betray
an optimistic future, while the roughly built houses give a closer picture of
reality. The very new hotel we stayed in was obviously an owner-architect job,
with staircases and walkways set up in such a way to require you to go down
stairs and across a void before going up a level, reminding me a lot of a
Escher painting.
The way to get to San Pedro de Atacama in Chile from Uyuni
is to get on a 4WD tour for 3 days that takes you over the salt flat and then
out into the desert on the way down to the border. Along the way you’ll see seven
coloured mountains, desert, geyser fields, red lakes, green lakes and lots of
bright pink flamingos, and spend some time in some very natural looking hot
springs. It’s the crazy clash of unnatural colours that leads people to
constantly describe everything as “surreal”, even though it really does lack
the melting clocks and incongruous fish that you need to make something truly
surreal. So I’m going to do my best to make no more Salvador Dali allusions for
the rest of this entry.
The salt flats start about half an hour outside Uyuni and
despite all that’s been written about them and no matter how many pictures you
see of them, nothing really prepares you for just how out of wack your
perception of distance and perspective goes when you’re faced with so much
white all the way to the horizon. It fools camera autofocus pretty well, so you
get time to spend ages lining people up to make it look like they are eating a
tiny 4WD, holding the next person on their palm or (as the group I was with got
creative in a toilet humour kind of way) tiny people being farted out of
someone’s bare arse or being wee-ed on by a giant. The photo I liked best was
the Matrix style kung fu kick the two girls in our jeep did, which managed to
make it look like they were kicking each other in the face even though they
were metres apart.
We stopped for lunch at the hotel made out of salt, which is
probably really bad for the area but also highly cool and took our first set of
photos on ground that had been tracked over by 4WDs and Jeeps almost
constantly, so it was good to get away from there and out into the more remote
bit of the salar, where the ground is crystallised into almost perfectly
regular hexagons in all directions, some natural consequence of how salt water
solidifies played out on a massive scale. With the sun low on the horizon you
get a reddish hue on everything and the salt crystals sparkle in the light,
giving in an almost computer-rendered un-realness. You drive towards the
mountains in the distance but it seems to take an endless amount of time for
them to get any closer, because you have no foreground to judge distance with.
During these tours you can expect to be really cold most of
the time, with the days being short and the desert night being brutal. The accommodation
is really basic so I probably spent the nights sleeping in more clothes than I
have anywhere else on this trip. You can also expect to be routinely Bolivia-ed
(much like being Argentina-ed, but the Bolivians seem to take an unnatural
pride in just how thoroughly and unexpectedly they can screw a bit more money
out of you), like when we were slugged with a $25 park entry fee we weren’t
warned about. Fine, except when you’re expecting to be in Chile the next day
you don’t always carry a large amount of Bolivianos with you. It’s not like you
can’t afford it, but why there’s always surprise hidden costs when things are
so cheap blows the mind. We were Bolivia-ed for a 15 Boliviano exit fee from
the country (about $2) which seemed to just go into the border guards pockets,
and because the woman at the tour office had taken $10 off us for a transfer
into Chile that everyone seemed to have forgotten about we almost had to pay
for that twice. Luckily we made the driver of our 4WD call Uyuni, confirm again
we’d payed and then front the money out of his own pocket with the hope of
getting the money back from the tour company on the way back. Bolivia is full
of cool stuff to see but dealing with the Bolivians tends to leave a bad taste
in the mouth.
This is the crazy thing about the country. You could travel
the whole thing by only dealing with gringos, as there is almost a parallel
tourist infrastructure overlayed over the top of the country which is run by
ex-pats. These tour companies, transport lines and hostels tell you all the
costs up front, provide English speakers to guide you and most importantly are
highly reliable. Nearly every one of these companies has a Bolivian run
equivalent (or in many cases imitator) where you can expect to be thoroughly Bolivia-ed
at some point in your dealings with them.
You may want to support local business, but that is almost certainly
going to have your tour cancel without telling you or have you sailing down the
World’s Most Dangerous Road on a bike with suspect breaks. Read into this what
you will.
I had originally decided not to do the North of Chile at any
point on this trip but I was glad to pass by the perfect snow covered volcano
cone that marks the border and find myself on a paved dual carriage way marked
with readable road signs. It’s stark how big a change you’re confronted with by
going from South America’s poorest country to its richest. It’s a border
crossing the Bolivians think shouldn’t exist, with the Atacama being one of the
prizes the Chilean’s won off Bolivia in the 1800s War of the Pacific, turning
Bolivia into a land-locked basket case (though to be fair, Bolivia would still
have it if they didn’t suck so much at wars) and when they region stopped
making Chileans rich from nitrate mining and went on to making them rich from
copper mining that only rubbed salt into the wounds. I don’t like making
generalisations about a whole people, but mentioning Chile to Bolivians tends
to turn them into surly, angry arseholes. They still seem to blame Chile for their
poverty to a certain degree.
San Pedro de Atacama is the first town of consequence over
the border and despite there being no paved roads you can tell almost
immediately you’re no longer in Bolivia. The menus are about 3 or 4 times
expensive, hostel beds are maybe triple the price and the streets aren’t paved
with garbage and wee. SPdA is a nice little town to spend a few days exploring
the surrounding countryside, and despite not feeling the need to see salt
flats, geysers or flamingos again, there was a still a lot of unique things
Bolivia didn’t have to keep you interested.
We spent a day riding mountain bikes out to Laguna Cejar (thank God the
desert is totally flat!), which is so dense with salt that you float
effortlessly in it, much like the Dead Sea. What is different is there’s a two
inch layer of freezing cold water that sits on top of the lake, under which is
bath warm water that seems to be the bit
that makes you float. You can actually see the line where the thin water on top
hits the thinner, saltier warmer water, but it also means that when you put
your feet up for the classic floating effortlessly photo you have to do so with
most of your body in freezing cold water. It was pleasant to be at neck height
(so your shoulders were warm but your neck was cold) but you kind of had to
psyche yourself up and count to 3 before you let your ankles float to the
surface, you squealed like a little girl, your picture got taken and then you
forced your feet back under to the warmth. It was a very different experience,
floating in the water, looking out to perfectly flat land in all directions
bumping up against the snow capped peaks of extinct volcanoes on all sides.
The other big day trip was out to the Moon Valley and the
Mars Valley, both named because their landscape looks like you’d imagine the
surface of those celestial bodies to look like. The Mars Valley is also blessed
with a high black sand dune which attracts people wanting to do a bit of
sand-boarding, but after two other goes at sand-boarding on this trip I didn’t
really feel I needed to spend the money on a 3rd. Instead it was
nice to sit on a ridge out overlooking the Moon Valley and watch the mountain
range that includes the volcanoes light up red once the sun had set.
The Atacama desert is blessed with some of the clearest sky
in the world, and over 320 cloudless days a year, so it’s become ground zero
for land based telescopes. Several agencies are building a radio-telescope
array that is going to dwarf anything else on the planet and many others
already exist. This also makes it a good place for us tourists to go out and
gaze into a telescope at night. The company we went with had invested in
building an observatory with a moving dome and 150x computer controlled
telescope so we got to take it in turns gazing at mars, the moon and big
clusters of stars, including the cluster of millions of stars that live inside
the Southern Cross, but which are basically invisible to the naked eye. My
favourite was looking at Saturn with it’s rings and three of it’s moons
visible, which almost looked fake the view was so perfect. It was interesting
to have the guide explain how to use the Southern Cross to local south no
matter what time of night it was, something the Canadians and Americans in the
group might not find interesting or useful but I kind of did.
The trip from Uyuni and all the stuff around SPdA marks the
last full week of my 6 and a bit month tour of South America and I felt like I
unintentionally saved some of the highlights for last. I’m writing this in a
cafĂ© in the Calama airport, about an hour’s drive from SPdA and I have a couple
more hours to wait for an afternoon flight back to Santiago, where I began the
trip all those months ago. I’ve already got myself booked into a nice hotel for
3 days and the end of the trip is more real by the fact I now know every bus,
plane and bed I’m going to be in until I land in Sydney next Tuesday afternoon
(it’s already Friday!). I plan on doing basically nothing touristy this time in
Santiago, and instead trying to get myself into a head space where I can
contemplate returning to The Real World.