Our room at the Salt Hotel |
The lodge, the Atulcha, had basic rooms with shared bathrooms and salt tables lined up in the communal area for the set course dinner that all guests would share.
Outside, it was cold with stong winds blowing off the Salar -- a flat cold area 19 times the size of the Bonneville Salt Flats in the U.S. state of Utah -- such that we had to turn our back to the Salar and look at the run down small village that is supported by tourists staying at the salt lodge.
Dinner that night was quinoa soup, roast llama and potatoes. We shared our meal with a retired Geman man who was riding his bike around the Salar, stopping at various salt hotels (I believe that there are 7 or 8 of them). After dinner we took hot showers before all the lights went out at 8:00 pm. Nestled into our fairly comfortable beds atop salt blocks, I read my book with my miner's headlamp then drifted off to sleep.
The dining area |
Ha ha! I stayed here too...its so strange...especially the crystals on the floor that you walked on...
ReplyDeleteWhat a strange place. I look forward to quinoa soup and roast llama in Bolivia.
ReplyDeleteThat looks so cool; similar to the ice hotels up here, only warmer.
ReplyDeleteI can't help but imagine what it must be like living there full time - Ouch when you get salt in a cut - ouch when you rub your eyes - and probably everything tastes salty - the water - a cup of tea - a jam donut.
ReplyDeleteAmazing....
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