"His cheeks were red, roughned by the wind, which for ten long hours had massaged his cheeks. Drops of water trickled from his hair. He had emerged from the night like a sewer-worker coming up out of his manhole, with his heavy boots, his leather jacket, and his forehead-plastered hair, blinking like an owl." (Southern Mail by Antone de Saint-Exupery) Felt a bit like this yesterday when Alain and I arrived in the Bolivian town of Uyuni after three weeks of cycling through the wilderness on the borders of Argentina, Chile and Bolivia. It was a brilliant experience, which included, volcanos, bright red lakes, climbing up to a height of 4,800 meters, two days cycling across the world´s largest salt plain, the Salar de Uyuni, a bit of cross-dressing and lots and lots of helpings of
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