A couple random shots that I forgot. Riding the dusty roads makes you breathe lots of dust

One section of rode before we arrived in Cajuata was down in a valley and had this amazing smell. We think it was the ripening Mangos….. But it was a great addition to the ride as all the senses were involved! And as we passed through this area it was labels Afro Bolovian as the folks that live here are black. The trucks have people hanging all over the tops of them!

And in some places we encountered large loaded trucks that we needed to squeeze by.

As we headed out of Quime we are at about 10,000 Feet, but going over another pass then back to the Altoplano.

It is a beautiful mountain road that heads up the valley.

We cross the pass at 15,501 Feet (4724 meters)

Just before the top, Mike and Jills bike needs another adjustment. He had blown out his air filter in Quime, but it was still very dirty. His 89, transalp is in need of a new one, but they cannot be found here. He has one coming with a friend soon, but needs to make due right now.

The scenery changes as we head over the pass.

Then we make it back to the paved road that heads south through Oruro.

We stop for Gas. Mike attracts some interesting characters. Like this guy who keeps trying to get Mike to have a beer, before he starts offering me…. Never like dealing with drunks. Fortunately he was friendly and it did not change.

While getting gas they end of making two bills for us, wanting our names, passport number for the transaction. The one receipt is for the normal price, the second is the Gringo tax.

We roll on down the road toward Challapata. There is some strong winds and slight rain as a big storm is just east of us. Lots of lightening …. so we decide that we will not ride on to Potosi via the pavement but will stay here and ride the “direct” route down to Uyuni in the morning chopping off 125 miles of riding.

We found a hotel in town. The people were friendly and we parked the bikes in the restaurant below the hotel. Nothing too special but probably the best place in town

We walked in town looking for an internet connection and some dinner. No WiFI in the town at all, so I am off the grid again

As we walked through the town a guy in a truck slowed down, catch my eye and then flipped me off It is the strangeness of Bolivia that is strongly divided. Not sure why….. but did not feel very welcoming. But has been part of my experience in Bolivia.

With great expectations we are just 4 hours ride from Uyuni and the Salar de Uyuni. It was over a year ago, that I sat with IdahoSam in Skip and Cathy’s dining room talking about riding the Salar. Cathy put “Hello Kitty” on Sam’s bike with a charge to get her to the Salar in Bolivia……. When we parted in Belize, Sam transfered “hello Kitty” to my bike for the rest of the journey. I am almost here! most of a year, and 12,000 miles riding to get here! Cool!