Biking off the Salar we headed south towards the town of Uyuni and some much needed comforts in the form of the Tonito Hotel.
Don't let the hotel sign fool you, this place was the most 'western' we had experienced since arriving in Bolivia. Sat inside at the rear pizza restaurant you could forget that you were in South America at all. Sometimes you just need a little bit of 'Gringo-land' as we call it, but that quickly pails after a couple of days though.
The Tonito Hotel, down by the barracks. Highly recommended.
The biking to the Salar had been tough, the dirt roads terrible for cyclists, and inspite of having been outside since last June the increased altitude met I picked up some sunburn. I learnt not to underestimate altitude.
I also cleaned the bikes fully, before setting off once again. Crossing some shallow fords we came to a stop 40k from town, as the road south to Argentina was impassable due to flooding. It would remain so for 24hrs. But we could carry our bikes and gear 75' across the 'shallow' part to the railway line which was above water, drag our bikes through 3' of sticky mud over the ties and rejoin the washboard road once again. Oh the joys of travelling, and so much for cleaning the bikes.
Don't forget, this is one of the main roads south to Argentina.
You could be mistaken for thinking they do not want any visitors.
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