Tupiza

From Salta, Itook a bus to Quiaca, Argentina's border town with Bolivia. Me and three israelis walked to the border check at six o'clock in the morning. One of the kids was named Avishai, a 21 year old Israeli who was fresh out of the military. He was always dancing and spoke in such a nasal way that you joust couldn't help but get a laugh out of it.

I still haven't made up my mind about how I feel about Israeli travelers. Some are friendly and welcoming, others brutish and overly in charge. The truth is, just like every other people, there are all kinds. Tal is another Israeli one. Very young but very good at heart. He talks exactly like my cousin Leo, even has the same accent. Tal is a cheap skate.

After we crossed the border, we walked to the bus station and caught a bus to Tupiza, where we would get a tour to the salar de Uyuni

Three hours in a dingy bus and we made it our destination. A little bit like Egypt, only milder, we swarmed by little kids who want to take us to some specific hostel in order to get a commission. In Bolivia, they will tell you whatever it takes to get you to buy what they sell. As we walked away from the station and in to the town, three little kids followed us all the way to the hostel. When we finally decided where we were going to stay, they rushed in and told the manager they had brought us there.