Snow is to sand, as a good skier is to...

Sand boarding, easy right. I have been skiing my whole life, and been snowboarding a few times. Peace of cake. We headed out this morning with a group to the Valle de Muerte for a day in the sand, literally. We arrived thinking it wouldn´t be that hard, and ended up finding the sand to be hard. I was finding sand in various places all the way to Calama, our last stop in Chile before heading to Bolivia. We met some cool people, one being Karina from Portugal. She is traveling around and we found out that we were going the same direction. Her and an American Adria joined us in the car as we headed for Bolivia, not knowing what to expect at the border.

When we arrived at the border, a virtual ghost town, we went through Chilean customs and what we thought was Bolivian customs. I cleared the car and we looked for immigration. It ended up being across the railroad tracks, which had trains on them. We jumped the trains and found immigration, meanwhile, we never where actually entered, for we had to buy a visa once we were in Bolivia, a little backwards in my mind, but we went with the flow. Goodbye Chile, hello Bolivia. We arrived in Uyuni and found the renowned Minuteman Pizza joint. Run by an American, Chris from Boston, it was real American pizza. We ate until we couldn´t move and headed to bed, with a big day of travel agents and the Bolivian Consulate ahead of us.