Earth is Limbo, more real version of Matrix universe, a 3.650 meters. The Salar de Uyuni is white like a painting without starting, like a giant wedding veil, as the imagination of a blind. Horizon is infinite as, free as the dream of a convicted, plane as the conscience of a child. The Salar de Uyuni is not absolute, a territory 12.000 square kilometers south of Bolivia, everywhere salt, a desert that should not exist because it represents a real nonsense. Yet, is beautiful.
Not easy to drive on land without references. No course where there is nothing to go and therefore there is no time rush… no sense of speed. I could not resist the prank and speed 4X4 140 km / h for almost a minute with eyes closed, things to be in limbo.
But, beyond these somewhat dreamlike extravagances, the salt is the first world's lithium reserves, And who would have thought? Lithium batteries used to make, do heat pumps, get blotters, aluminum alloys, ceramics, telescopes, Spacecraft, submarines… and also has nuclear applications. Ie, Salar de Uyuni not only attracts the interest of tourists. Several international companies are already sharpening their logging contracts, because greed knows no landscapes.
I could not resist the prank and speed 4X4 140 km / h for almost a minute with eyes closed, things to be in limbo.
We only saw workers collecting salt in spades, health wearing a burning eyes, literally, heaping piles of sodium chloride corrosive to skin, with the resignation of a people who have always lived on the shores of a sea without water.
In the center of this sea there are several islands that have had the idea of ??being there, as a joke. The main island is known as Incahuasi, because it was part of the route of the Incas - what they would have lost there the Incas?-.
The island of salt springs and strives to generate life, as a challenge to reason. An army of giant cacti huddles around Incahuasi, maybe to combat loneliness that surrounds. They porte those plants, raised over the only piece of exposed rock, with such dignity that it seemed normal. An Aymara woman looked whiteness as you look at a blank page and there was a few minutes contemplating his salty earth, thinking maybe if she was dead or alive, if no future in a world of salt, if that horizon, if that made any sense anything snowy, if he was at last in limbo, because after all, a 3.650 meters above sea level is closer to heaven.
