Loaded with gasoline from Peru we ride into a gas station where we agreed to meet with David again. We want to keep the good gas for when the going gets rough down South so we line up to fill our almost empty tanks. “No we don’t sell to foreigners but the next gas station will”. We had heard about this and were sort of mentally prepared for it. So we ride to the next gas station. Nope! The next one and the next one... With every station we get more desperate and we try to talk to the attendants. Some of them say they can’t handle the paperwork, some of them just don’t want to help.
|No we don't help foreigners. And can't you see we are too busy drinking Pepsi...|
|We are really too busy but do try the next gas station down the road!|
|5 Liters! No more!...|
After 10 or so stations, we are on a stretch of road between small villages. We haven't even seen a station to ask at for a while and Azure runs out of gas. We use one of the precious "good" bottles of spare fuel and continue to a small settlement where there is no gas station. All three of us go door to door asking where to find gas until Azure finds a lady who will sell us 5 liters of gas "but NO more!." She gives Azure 5 liters out of a big drum. Azure pleads with her for more. OK, but NO MORE. Another 5 liters. Azure begs again and we get another 5 liters before she takes our money and closes her door. We just can’t wrap our brains around it! Why do you people not want to make some money?
|Just when it all gets to be too much, you ride past this beautiful scene.|
|This is the other side of the road and we have snow capped mountains ahead of us.|
|And flamingos always put a smile on our faces!|
We continue with the fuel we have and still enjoy our ride. At least the pavement is immaculate! We find another gas station and the guys are willing to fill us up for the foreigner rate but without the paperwork. This simply means the money will disappear in their pockets but hey, we have full tanks! It seems that further away from the big cities there are fewer cameras and less control by the police so it’s easier for us to fill up.
|Successfully dodging the downpours so far...|
|This friendly guy asked us if we needed help with directions. Always nice in a big city!|
|When the "Friendly Giant" showed up to help hang the traffic light...|
We leave Oruro, which is actually a very nice town with very nice and helpful people, and gun it South. The road is perfect and the scenery keeps surprising us. At another gas station the fill up is remarkably easy. Azure takes a look at iOverlander (an app used by overland travelers to mark points of interest, hotels, etc.) and notices a post about a police checkpoint just down the road. They check paperwork… Evasive maneuvers are made through town where we get strange looks from the locals. Riding over a soccer pitch we make it back to the main road about a 1000 feet past the checkpoint that has a barrier over the road. With big smiles on our faces we ride towards a dark cloud on the horizon.
|This guy had run out of fuel in the middle of nowhere. It is hard to get for us but I couldn't really say I did not have any... so we topped him up and we were all on our way. :)|
|That moment when Azure's bike got hit by lightning and shrunk into a 150cc dirt bike. |
...or just another guy that ran out of gas.
We manage to dodge the rain for a while but just before we make it to the salt flats of Uyuni the dust gets rinsed off our suits and bikes. The rain does not bother us but we are worried about the conditions of the Salar.
After we ride down a bumpy dirt road we make it to the Salar and
our fears become reality. The biggest salt flat in the world looks like a
giant mirror. It is very beautiful but we cannot ride further. We could
but we don’t want to do that to our bikes who have taken us so far
around the world. David, who had loved riding on the dry salt on his
previous Bolivian adventure, is as disappointed as we are. He would have
loved to do it again and to show us around on this massive playground.
|The moment of truth... will it be wet? Or dry?|
|Not a good sign.|
|and no further...|
|Although beautiful, this is not what we hoped for.|
|The bikes even looked disappointed.|
|David is not giving up yet. There has got to be a way in!|
|Perfect place for camping!|
|From a conductors perspective, it looks good too!|
|The famous breakfast bar... this time on a train carriage.|
|The best thing about traveling with David: Give him an egg sandwich and he starts working on your bike! What were you doing here anyway?|
Back in town we settle in to a hotel with safe parking to do some work on the computers and the bikes. Azure completes her set of sand eating Karoo’s and I look for some mirrors for her bike. We also buy an extra tire tube as a preparation for the Lagunas Route. We are thinking about heading out there tomorrow but something is not sitting well for Azure and I. We want to see the Salar. We don’t want to ride the bikes in the saltwater so we start looking for a tour. It’s something we strongly dislike but it’s our only option. We decide on a sunset tour the next day.
|I have to admit it looks more like a support vehicle than a Dakar rally bike here.|
|David kindly offered to help Azure change her tire. Cheers Mate!|
|He is almost breaking a sweat!|
|Azure does not cease to surprise me. Why not do some yoga while working on your bike? The "3 Lever Tire Change Pose"|
|She looks like a beast with the new Metzeler Karoo 3. Bring on the sand!|
|The floating mountains of Uyuni.|
|The one "funny picture" that came out right somehow perfectly sums up our relationship. ;) I'm going to get in trouble for this caption!!|
|A very pretty sight but we would have loved it to be with just 2 bikes in it.|
|When the sun sets the magic happens.|
|When you feel you walk into a painting. Can you print this one for me mom!?! :)|
|The Girl On Fire!|
|What a truly magical place. We'll be back here one day in the dry season.|