As we made our way south towards the Argentinian border, we stopped in a town called Tupiza, which sits in a valley southeast of Uyuni. There we went on a two day horsebackriding tour with two Australians, Luke and Keeley, and a guide.
The trail we took south from Tupiza followed a dry valley to the Puerta del Diablo and then joined the Rio San Juan which runs along the bottom of a wide river valley. We crossed and recrossed the river many times.
Melanie rode a gentle white and black spotted horse named La Pintada.
The trail eventually climbed up from the river to follow the left side of the valley.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun warmed the mountains to warm hues of red and gold.
The Rio San Juan drifted on below us.
Stephen rode a black horse named Laguno, who we renamed Black Stallion, since he kept bucking everyone. Eventually the guide had to change horses with Stephen.
Along the river the cool smell of willows and feather reed grass gave relief from the dusty afternoon heat.
Our first view of the Rio San Juan.
The Rio San Juan passed by the Toroyoj rock formation, where we stopped for lunch the first day and revisited on our way back north on the second day.
As we made our way south towards the Argentinian border, we stopped in a town called Tupiza, which sits in a valley southeast of Uyuni. There we went on a two day horsebackriding tour with two Australians, Luke and Keeley, and a guide.
The trail we took south from Tupiza followed a dry valley to the Puerta del Diablo and then joined the Rio San Juan which runs along the bottom of a wide river valley. We crossed and recrossed the river many times.
Melanie rode a gentle white and black spotted horse named La Pintada.
The trail eventually climbed up from the river to follow the left side of the valley.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun warmed the mountains to warm hues of red and gold.
The Rio San Juan drifted on below us.
Stephen rode a black horse named Laguno, who we renamed Black Stallion, since he kept bucking everyone. Eventually the guide had to change horses with Stephen.
Along the river the cool smell of willows and feather reed grass gave relief from the dusty afternoon heat.
Our first view of the Rio San Juan.
The Rio San Juan passed by the Toroyoj rock formation, where we stopped for lunch the first day and revisited on our way back north on the second day.
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