The salt flats were quite amazing. We watched the sun come up over the mountains until we were blinded and felt the rays heat up the air. The salt goes on for miles and the only things that aren't white is the car and our bodies. The salar was formed as a result of transformations between several prehistoric lakes thousands of years ago. Hexagon and crystal formations on the ground is caused from oxygen rising from the ground, which is up to 66 feet below the surface. There is no depth perception at the salar so if positioned the right way you can create pretty funny photos. Pictures are worth a thousand words so I will let them do the talking. 

After we visited a cemetery of one of Bolivia's oldest trains. I don't know much about trains but seeing this ancient machine and all its parts was very fun. That night we stayed at another pueblo town but this time with travelers going the other direction. After dinner we passed a flask of whisky to warm our bellies and shared stories. Two American boys warned us that they suffered bad altitude sickness. There is not much you can do to prevent it but I guess being aware eased the shock when it did hit us.