It becomes a habit: we arrived in Tupiza at 5.30am after a night on the bus ... We went back down a bit, the city is here at 2950 meters above sea level, which saves us a few degrees, welcome to this early hour for a search of guest. We land in a Hostelling International, probably the last that we will make our trip: ras-le-bol of this atmosphere of welfare where everything is made to the Anglo-Saxon anxious not to have to leave his hotel room to have everything available (laundry service, travel agency etc.), all subject to change, although sure ... But for now these are the only ones to accept that we do not pay the night ending
then goes ... After a short nap (we do not hide that night by bus are not among our most beautiful ... ), we start discovering the city a bit. Tupiza is a village lost in the middle of a semi-arid and mountainous. Its houses are made of local brick earth, beige-tan, like a sort of mud. The regular cuadras (blocks away) to meet the geometric organization of new English towns and it is easy to locate us. A meal at the market (and always seek the galley a meal without meat ... Matthew thank you for your patience ...) and we start looking for information on tours offered in the direction of the Salar de Uyuni. We find by chance met a German couple months ago in Phnom Penh who were still discussing a time. And then the day goes like this, the slow pace of this city worthy of a Western.
The next day, Matthew walking hand in the direction of Cerro Elefante, thereby accessing a hill overlooking the city.
It is not too late when I leave the hotel, but small sellers unpack their spreads. Some come laden with handicrafts, others raise the tarp that has protected tables of fruit, as the sun heats already calves. For cons, the shadow is the full cold. I managed to get out of town and asked my way to 2 people including the points (Damn I understand English! And I also speak with "Heuu ..."," Entiendo "where I'm not sure I understand ). So I find the bridge between the city and climbed up the dear white cross overlooking the city. The landscape is super nice, covered with a clear sky, overlooking the city and to see the ravines and hills to the typical colors of the South American landscape, between the green, ocher, through the yellow ...
then goes ... After a short nap (we do not hide that night by bus are not among our most beautiful ... ), we start discovering the city a bit. Tupiza is a village lost in the middle of a semi-arid and mountainous. Its houses are made of local brick earth, beige-tan, like a sort of mud. The regular cuadras (blocks away) to meet the geometric organization of new English towns and it is easy to locate us. A meal at the market (and always seek the galley a meal without meat ... Matthew thank you for your patience ...) and we start looking for information on tours offered in the direction of the Salar de Uyuni. We find by chance met a German couple months ago in Phnom Penh who were still discussing a time. And then the day goes like this, the slow pace of this city worthy of a Western.
The next day, Matthew walking hand in the direction of Cerro Elefante, thereby accessing a hill overlooking the city.
It is not too late when I leave the hotel, but small sellers unpack their spreads. Some come laden with handicrafts, others raise the tarp that has protected tables of fruit, as the sun heats already calves. For cons, the shadow is the full cold. I managed to get out of town and asked my way to 2 people including the points (Damn I understand English! And I also speak with "Heuu ..."," Entiendo "where I'm not sure I understand ). So I find the bridge between the city and climbed up the dear white cross overlooking the city. The landscape is super nice, covered with a clear sky, overlooking the city and to see the ravines and hills to the typical colors of the South American landscape, between the green, ocher, through the yellow ...
I love to take this place and tell me it's super cool! This is an opportunity to ask myself listening to some music from here (it was just my little time at the Rocky, the kind with top reggaeton!). Then I went round the side of Cerro Elefante, who obviously looks vaguely like an elephant. 
The sun was the perfect temperature but I'm not gone very far, just enough time to enjoy the great cactus 
herbs that are spicy and I leave to the center of the less touristy side of town, which takes place on a derby between unions of bus drivers. bah Ah yes it is Sunday and at the same time, it is convenient travel for bus drivers' unions (unions of bicycle rickshaws in Hanoi have increased too much hassle for travel ...) Still, the picture is quite nice, not necessarily imagine football seen as ...
Finally after seeing two goals, one yellow card and a nice game, full of insults and some nice comments, I join the queue cowgirl.
From my side, I take the alarm in fresh fruit juice market (we do not get tired!) Then I start to write two articles! Go! We'll have to catch up in our blog! And then at 11:30 we have an appointment with Joly jumper for a walk of five hours in the beautiful surrounding ravines.
Straddling our mounts (like the agency they said "yes, we were Argentine horses are good horses!, But frankly, those are not more than any compet what else!), we start running along the track before taking a track that takes us into a kind of rocky desert mountains. From there, it bifurcates towards Los Canyon until we get to Los Duendle.
From my side, I take the alarm in fresh fruit juice market (we do not get tired!) Then I start to write two articles! Go! We'll have to catch up in our blog! And then at 11:30 we have an appointment with Joly jumper for a walk of five hours in the beautiful surrounding ravines.
Straddling our mounts (like the agency they said "yes, we were Argentine horses are good horses!, But frankly, those are not more than any compet what else!), we start running along the track before taking a track that takes us into a kind of rocky desert mountains. From there, it bifurcates towards Los Canyon until we get to Los Duendle.
The beautiful landscape delights us. 
We eat there and have a few minutes to take pictures, then we go back towards the Valle de los machos. And why is she that name, it asks?! And bin because the peaks of the mountain look like penis! 
And ben voila! That said, any phallic jokes aside, the site is superb and we try, in this frame of film, give us a galloping kind "here, everything is possible."
Yes but in fact they are decidedly not horses Compete, and it takes tailgating like crazy for the nag goes quietly trotting galloping ... Done shit! It happens so slowly (it to be quiet!) Gun del Inca, named like that for being the preferred pathway Inca region.
We stop a new picture then roll up our nags to find the Puerta del Diablo (Devil's door), so opening the revered rock (apparently still now) to be a place an offering to the God of Darkness ... Finally, our young guide warns us that we will be ahead in Tupiza, and effectively! It was an hour early every cell, returning, with prohibition of galloping (and therefore a bit to make an impression against the clock ...).
We venerate a bit, but it was still great to do this walk ...
The rest of the post- noon, we make our turn to select agencies in Uyuni. Not easy to find people to do the five days that you want, and we shall survey the entire city for the foreseeable future.
the third day after a round trip to the market to take fresh fruit juices and breakfast in dulce de leche (mum!), we start our walk on foot in around the city. We head North along the railroad track that vanishes into the campaign, dominated by a breathtaking mountain ocher. Following the advice of a little old lady we turn soon to enter into a canyon. But the dead end we did take the track and lead to a landscape of impressive colors.
the third day after a round trip to the market to take fresh fruit juices and breakfast in dulce de leche (mum!), we start our walk on foot in around the city. We head North along the railroad track that vanishes into the campaign, dominated by a breathtaking mountain ocher. Following the advice of a little old lady we turn soon to enter into a canyon. But the dead end we did take the track and lead to a landscape of impressive colors.
Here rubs the gray, red and green, and the mountains, cut by the river, giving way to green crops from shore. The conversation is going well and we do not see the time passing.
Encore un peu et on doit faire demi-tour. Nous aurons vraiment bien profité de cet environnement de quebradas dignes de celles de Cafayate…
Il ne nous reste plus qu’à confirmer avec l’agence que nous avons choisie pour notre tour, Llipi Tour. Et bientôt nous voila partis dans une conversation animée avec le copain de la fille de l’agence, conversation sur la politique et les différents peuples en voyage. Le Israéliens en prennent pour leur grade. Il faut dire que depuis plusieurs semaines voire plusieurs mois on est servis question incivilité et qu’ici, les gens feel as much pressure the Israelis are demanding (as if they were in their country). We also talk quite a bit of local politics, the opportunity once again to verify given the popularity ratings of President Evo Morales hallucinating
... The next day we leave for our turn towards Uyuni. Tupiza we won a lot and we're glad to be staying a few days.
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