Heartbroken at yet another problem we camped for the night and watched a movie to take our minds off everything. Next morning we found the main track leading to the road and bulldozed our way to the pavement as the Dodges belly is a tad lower than the solid front axel Landcruisers. Next on the agenda was a fuel stop… our first in Bolivia. For those who don't know the subsidised local fuel price is just 3.74bs per litre ($0.54us) for gasoline, while foreign plated vehicles must pay 9.25bs per litre ($1.33us). This is an effort by the government to stop people from neighbouring countries coming across the border just for cheap fuel. To overlanders who are spending their tourist money in Bolivia this seems a bit unfair, so armed with a pre written guide for a typical fuel negotiation conversation we had from the Internet we tried our luck. Eventually after the 45minute wait in line we bartered ourselves a midway price of 6bs per litre and left happily for the town of Uyuni.
Arriving in Uyuni we immediately discovered we had a puncture in one of our brand new tyres. However after bumping into Alastair a friend from NZ we checked into the car park of Hostal Marith and decided to leave the Dodge on the jack while we went out for dinner with Alastair and co. Will discovered his love for Llama meat in the traditional Bolivian dish Pique macho while I stuck with boring old pizza. Unfortunately for us there was no alcohol to be had that night as it was also Easter. Apparently in Bolivia they don't drink alcohol over the Easter week.
The following morning we got the tyre fixed and incidentally it was the same wheel that had been squeaking a bit so Will got to it and pulled off the brake calliper for an inspection but to no avail, the dam squeak persists. Then it was off to the car wash for a coat of used oil across the underside of the Dodge to protect it from the rusting effects of the salt.
Rochelle & Will