The Lauca Adventure (continued)

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Anna continuously sorted her stones to decide which ones to keep and throw. Above, she has reached one of the few stones that she couldn't throw. However, it was perfect for stone classification, although we wondered how this monster had arrived in this field of nothing. On the horizon, another monster, the highest peak of Bolivia, Sajama, shows off its magnificence. We would here turn towards Sajama in search for the giant lava stream that was so clearly seen from the morning camp. We managed to reach the bottom end of it, and a quick climb provided great views of the flow and its mother (see right). We hurried on along the northwest side of Lago Chungar� - an extremely long side with no surprises except for a Vicu�a family that seemed extremely unaccustomed to company. When the child of the family draw the parent's attention to us, they started to run for dear life along the vast hillsides and didn't finish until they became invisible. Finally, we ended up in the north corner of the lake, surrounded by huge amounts of flamingoes. At this point, we were really tired and searched for places to cook, eat and sleep. The result was moderate - the soil was impossible for tent pitching and the food was the most disgusting spaghetti with chicken that had ever been eaten. The view of the Payachatas (see below) was nice, though. The night felt even colder than the night before, with pieces of ice falling from the tent ceiling. The next day we hurried on to the Chilean border station, where we jumped on the first bus back to Bolivia.

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