Day 63: One week later
I really have so much to write about, and think about, that it's hard to organize the stories into one cohesive thought here. But I'll give it a try anyway, and recount my last week.
In the last week I have been in three different countries. I have felt winds of over 50 mph, cold near 0 degrees Fahrenheit, been 1 kilometer deep into a mountain in a 400 year old silver mine, crossed a prehistoric salt lake that is now bone dry and blindingly white, been at over 17,000 feet in elevation, been in a horrible sandstorm in the driest desert on Earth, and hitchiked a 12 hour journey with three friends in an 18 wheeler truck.
I meant it when I said I had a lot to write about. There really are three stories here to tell, so I'll start with Potosi, then tell Uyuni and San Pedro, and then the story of our hitchhiking adventure into Argentina. Here we go:
