Battening down the hatches against the burros
We cycled 81 kms on bad road from SA de Los Cobres to a spot near the Salinas Grandes, a large salt flat. The spot was perfect but the night was punctuated by "burro attacks". The area, at 3600 metres, is populated by several groups of burro and vicuņa. Not long after nightfall we were roused by the sounds of galloping hoofs just outside our tents. It was like a bloody cavalry out there. The burros were just curious or playful or maybe resented our presence. Whatever the case, they filled the night with cacophonous burro whinnying.
Leaving San Antonio de Los Cobres...Tibet revisited
Llamas on the altiplano outside San Antonio de los Cobres
Plenty of salt out there, but where's the water?
And more salt, just add iodine
Looking for a tailwind outside a ghost town
Pitching camp on the altiplano