I’m making up for a lot of lost time. Before 2015 I’d never left the United States. I didn’t even have a passport. 2 years later I have a one-way flight to Southeast Asia, a hungry passport, an even hungrier belly, a budget, a carry-on sized closet, an indefinite end date, a loose itinerary and a “go where the wind takes me” spirit.
My general mantra when traveling is to avoid ALL guided tours, by any means necessary. There are times when they’re easier and definitely more convenient (if more also more expensive), but I like the freedom to follow my own schedule.
Which is how I ended up on an overnight bus to Uyuni with loose plans on what to do when I got there: 1. Find someone to take us on a 2-day tour of the salt flats. 2. Go on said tour.
I’m starting to realize I have this thing about travelling to places that aren’t huge/easy tourist destinations. Do I know anyone who’s been there? Nope? SIGN ME UP. Which is why I was VERY excited that my first trip in South America would start in Bolivia¹.
“FADE INTO BOLIVIAN.” ² That’s exactly what my dad said!