Heading south on the bus, we got off in Purmamarca where the Mountain of Seven Colors boasts both it's fame and beauty. Just for a couple of hours. Just for a couple of pictures. And we will continue south. As soon as we got off the bus, two girls we saw at the hostel approached us and asked if we would like to go to the salina. We haven't really planned of it but sure. Four of us hired a driver and off we went. Initially thought of it as a quick drive turned out to be a ascend on a long curvy (or curviest) road up 4170m above sea level. If this drive doesn't give you vertigo don't know what would. Pass the highest point we reached the endless plain of white shiny salt. So bright and white we couldn't open out eyes on a cloudy day. And it was indeed real salt. Once a lake, the salina is now a tourist attraction and a salt farm. Heard not as 'grande' as the salina in south western Bolivia but the trip we took in a whim was so worth it.