El Salar
Uyuni - Bolivia » Alt. 3650m
A entrada na Bolivia foi como sempre a imaginei. Uma anedota pegada. Acho que passamos as 2 primeiras horas ah gargalhada. Desde entao percebi tambem que este blog eh demasiado limitado para detalhar as parodias e os dramas que encontro a cada olhar.
Os primeiros dias na Bolivia foram feitos de 4x4 no planalto, entre as mais belas lagunas e as mais geladas noites deste impiedoso inverno cobardemente mascarado com sol e poeira. Faz frio la fora... Na primeira noite estavam 15 negativos. Nesse dia, por acidente, paramos numa fabrica de acido borico. Foi uma experiencia incrivel. Acima dos 5000m masquei mais folhas de coca que o Keith Richards, para ganhar energia. Andamos a circundar flamingos e a pastar Llamas com o Don Carlos, uma personagem dos seus 70 anos, que trepou a montanha a procura do Puma que lhe anda a comer o gado, enquanto os gringos estavam ca em baixo sem folego para acompanhar o cota!
No meio do deserto percebemos que nao tinhamos gasolina para chegar ao refugio. Ora ai esta um excelente exemplo de uma historia que nao cabe aqui! Tambem houve tempo para cancelar o cartao de credito afinal nunca esteve perdido. Agora nao tenho dolares que cheguem. Temo o Peru...
Mas o ponto alto desses dias foi sem duvida o Salar de Uyuni. Trata-se do maior lago salgado do mundo, que se atravessa num carro veloz em 3 horas... Eh tao fascinante e surreal como uma tela do Dali. Eh como caminhar sobre um mar de branco brilhante, com as montanhas e os vulcoes a ladearem-nos por todos os lados. Era o ponto da viagem que mais estimulava a minha imaginacao e so o posso descrever como inesquecivel.
No ultimo dia do Salar escalamos o vulcao Tunupa. O Kwame e eu conseguimos deixar os guias Quechua para tras. O Kwame desistiu mais a frente, e eu fiquei-me por um cume intermedio a 4900m, sem tempo nem equipamento para chegar ao topo. A energia estava la. Escalar eh um fascinio.
Uyuni foi o primeiro confronto com a Bolivia urbana. A ideia que me fica eh de que se chegar vivo ah fronteira com o Peru, vou adorar a Bolivia.
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Uyuni - Bolivia » Alt. 3650m
Entering Bolivia was just as I pictured it. A complete joke! I believe we spent the first 2 hours laughing. Since then I also understood the format of this blog is too limited to describe every drama or joke I've been running to at each look.
We spent the first days in Bolivia's altiplano on a 4x4, between the most beautiful lagoons and the coldest nights of this coward winter, disguised in sun and dust. It's cold outside... On the first night it was minus 15. That day, by chance, we stopped at a boric acid factory, in the middle of nowhere, for a phone call. It was an amazing experience. Above 5000m I chewed more coca leaves than Keith Richards, for some extra extra energy. We spotted flamingos and helped Don Carlos with his Llamas flock. He is this 70 something character that could climb the mountain at 4000m looking for the Puma that is eating his cattle, while the gringos where down there, breathlessly unable to pursue the old fart!
In the middle of the desert we understood that there was not enough gasoline to reach the hostel. Now there's an excellent example of a story that won't fit here. There was also time to cancel the credit card that never went missing afterall. Now there's not enough dollars.
But the highlight of those days was definately the Salar of Uyuni. It's the largest salt flat in the world, which can be crossed by a fast car in 3 hours... It's as fascinating and surreal as a Dali canvas. It's like walking over a sea of white; an endless sheet of cristal paper, sided on every direction by mountains and vulcanoes. I can only describe it as unforgettable.
On the last day of the salar, we climbed theTunupa vulcano. Kwame and I were able to left the Quechua guides behind. Kwame stopped at one point and I reached an intermediate summit at 4900m, without time nor equipment to make it all the way. The energy was there. Climbing is a fascination.
Uyuni was the first encounter with the urban Bolivia. The idea I get is that if I make it alive to the border with Peru, I'm gonna love this place.
Welcome to my ongoing diary of thoughts and projects.
Here I sketch the storyboard of 2 characters, trapped in my body and linked to the world through my senses. They control my brain in a constant search for life waves, the eternal energy that feeds their souls.
Gummavitta is the explorer, the architect and the scientist. He searches the hemispheres of the earth, the mind and the human condition.
Mummagumma is the traveler, the painter and the dancer who collects Gummavitta´s experiences and memories and applies them to achieve connections. Connections with himself, which means you and I, us and them.
