Nothing but to cross the border I felt delicious scents. An irresistible food prepared by a "in the heat of border cholita", towards transforming to us to us into pirañas. Bolivia received to us well.

By the invisible way in salares Bolivian

Our route in the map indicated that the way would border the Salar de Uyuni until the city of the same name, but as way? single there is a line of train that borders salar and muuucha luminosity that forces to me to hide me to my trailer.

We ran by salares neighboring to Uyuni like Chiguana and Santa Rosa. The route was flat and something of tailwind.

The salt irritated my patitas enormously (as my legs in salar reacted were not including in the planning of the trip).

Often our "convoy" traveled at great speeds but papi was surprised that altiplanicas rains caused manchones in the salt, as a great sponge.... that us spectacular falls (as the races of motos) we slid many meters as if outside clear snow that this snow was very abrasive and left us wounded that thanks to the salt healed right away.

Manchones of water kms began to much thus exhaust following the 300 to us, were by the line of the train. Each sleeper struck our wheels and these already they were almost square. What I finish with the patience of my Popes they were hundreds of passed of bridges that forced to us to pass all the load by hand.

Ufos in the desert

In a pause to rest in ruins we had our average experience crazy or paranormal, my papis talked frente.a.frente when it was begun to listen to a noise type jet, that approached great speed towards us (hard 10 seconds) and after the back of mami, papi profit to see an air mass (5 ball of mts of diameter) that happened to great speed to 20 meters, tapeworm the aspect of a chromed matter between and is transparent (like the effect of cinema in predator). This dog I am with its white engrifado back and my papis...... in so remote places we hoped to see ufos, but not of this type, so close and to noon.

The duro continuous way causing difficulties and pains estomago that made us arrive death at the city of Uyuni.

Uyuni to Pasña - enfermita Mami, Christmas in the spas

The malaise of mami forced this expedition to stay itself for the first time in an inn. With great amount of packaged water and one sandia finds out, Susana profit to improve in a pair of days.

We replenished sufficient force and we continued the pedaleo by "way" towards the north. This section we had the 4000 nights but you cold to mts. The water amanecía congealed. The route but footpath that way very little frequented. A truck to the day with luck. In this zone I became but friend of the flames and takes water in bofedales with them. My papis already was disguised of pascuero viejito.

We were in December and soon we would have to decide where to spend Christmas. The election was correct, we arrived the 24 at Pasña, small town at the beginning of the asphalted way.

Christmas they passed submerged it in the spas my papis enjoyed resting its muscles submerged in the cheap spas. The supper was delicious and I left my diet of pellet in addition that in Bolivia is most expensive and little.

Oruro - La Paz - That madness.

The comfort of asphalt brought the danger of the truck drivers. Before happening they made sound its deafening horns to us so that we left the way. My papis in a beginning got angry, but soon they understood that it was part of them and there was no much we could make to change it.

Oruro was the first great city of Bolivia next to its lake. In this city of certain size we could be supplied of pellet and eaten, but we did not find white benzine for cocinilla.

In the stores they watched to us with very rare faces when we asked if they had benzine. Later we knew that benzine b. uses it in the process of the cocaine.

To hundreds of kms of La Paz it was possible to see the snowed ones that they surround it. The way already saw plenty of vehicles, and people watched to us and they hid. Not that they will have thought of this ridiculous dog that ran like crazy person.

The La Paz Stop gave the welcome us. The crazy people of "combis" (mini bus) almost ran over to me. The collectors shouted reciting an endless ones of places of destinies and I barked and my to them papi me regañaba. The noise was infernal and the drivers did not respect nor the police that made them stop. Papis began the reduction to La Paz My raised me when trailer and we lowered like 50 a kms/hora, my ears flamed and the air was fried. Almost east year already finished.

We for the second time stayed in an inn in this occasion the owner of "the tropical one" did not put no problem by my presence. It even said to us that in the bed we could sleep the three. I eat educated dog carries to me like a horseman, although they scared the fireworks to me that celebrated the year end.

We walked enough by the city, many cholitas that sold their products in the ground threw to me and they said "dirty dog outside to me". My papi to assure to them that I was I clean, gave kisses me in my snout, they ed ***reflx mng themselves and a little made fun of.

The supper of year end was in the inn. The rum that my papi I buy to celebrate nonera I legitimize, thus before the awaited midnight, my papis already snored. The hug of New Year went to 2 of the dawn, when they woke up slightly of his embriagado state.

Celebrating a New Year dunked and died of it fried

The 1 of January was the game from La Paz When initiating the ascent I untie a storm with granizos and thunders, that to me much scared and no longer we could stop. The exit has 12 kms approx. of ascent and in half already we were dunked and almost congealed. Breast followed strong just as I, but papi was very bad, with its congealed hands no longer was able to take nothing. We arrived above looking for a refuge and helps, but all people even continued festejando with alcohol and single they watched to us been strange and without offering itself to give a hand us.

We had much fried to but of 4500 mts and everything wet the carp Pope were even incapable to change the clothes and mami did it by low a ceiling of a powerboat.

Luckyly rain I stop and the slowly dry sun our properties, although the scent of the humidity I impregnate them.

Again pedaleando towards the Titikaka lake my papis was marvelled at ruins (they called Tiawanaku to him) already we approached the border with Peru. My almost 5000 patitas already had run kms.

Drainage was the border position here if the police did not want to let to me enter Peru, and invented documents not to allow the step easily me. But after many conversations that I did not understand, my documents were stamped and this dog managed to enter Peru.