Lunch

We took alittle break after a few spins around the flats to get a bit to eat. The local restaurant @ the flats is made entirely of salt. Salt bricks for the structure and the tables and benches are also made of salt. Unfortunately, it was closed. So a few kilometers away is a small town with no paved roads and all the houses are made of mud and straw. There were alot of lamas hanging about as well. There is one "restaurant" in town, Veronica's. We inquired about lunch but she had just sold her last bit of meat......but she said she could whip us up something nice. We communed with the lamas abit while she was cooking and then sat down for a brief chat with her husband. Bowls of rice covered with pappas fritas, fried onions, fried eggs and some fresh tomatoes on top. I looked at it a figured the imagined bacteria of the place will either kill me or not..... so I dug in.
Delicious. Veronica came out afterwards and chatted. Her grandfather founded the town in 1981. They have a bull fighting ceremony every August 4th. Although they only tie red bandanas to the bulls horns and the brave try to retreive them. Much more humane than the spanish sort. Her daughter just accepted to medical school in Cuba.
They offered us beds to rest and did not want to cahrge us for lunch. But we paid and got back to the Salt Flats for a little more fun before the ride back to Iruya.