
A train at the train graveyard near Uyuni.
The trains here were steam-powered and date back to the 1870's.
The graveyard is located here because there are no neighbors to complain.
I try to impersonate a happy conductor.
Old train wheels.
The tracks leading back into Uyuni.
A salt museum that's made out of salt.
A bunch of salt blocks.
Having eaten nothing all day, I begin licking the salt museum.
A truck pulls up with a load of salt.
We enter the salt flat, still considered the largest salt lake in the world, even though there's no water anymore.
A huge area of pure salt.
This is what salt looks like.
I take a break on a mound of salt.
The locals build these salt mounds to dry the salt before they transfer it to town and make salt souveniers out of it.
I do some damage to the salt mound.
