Sitting in Uyuni, drinking a beer, going through photos of the past three days.
First, let me set up the contrast of the fact that Uyuni is literally the worst town I have visited in South America. There's one main strip of over-priced restaurants and hostels, a ton of travel agencies all offering the same exact thing, and some fountains that I have yet to see flowing. But that's just the town. Ben (my temporary travel buddy) and I arrived and went to an Internet cafe to do some research on the best travel agency. We found our top three: 1) Red Planet 2) Quechua Connections 3) Oasis Tours. The first two were full, so we went with Oasis. Set to leave at 10:30 the next morning.
We arrived and were in a Land Rover with two Chilean guys, one German girl, and one Brazilian girl. I love the international mixes you find in popular tourism trips.

The flooded parts were interesting because it felt like warm water, but the minute you remove your feet a salty white crust forms over your skin.
After the flats, we visited a train cemetery, where old Bolivian cargo trains were laid to rest.
We continued on to our hostel for the night. A villa style complex in a town with only 800 inhabitants. All were either hostel owners or farmers. On the way we drove through a storm. Needless to say it was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating to watch lightning striking all around us. None ever hit us thankfully.
The next day we first visited the valley of rocks. It was insane!