Our last stop before we reached the grand finale, the Salar de Uyuni, was the Cementerio de Trenes, or the train cemetery. To be honest, this was probably the thing on the trip that I was least excited about. I’m not…a boy…or mechanical engineer…or any other kind of human being that I’d assume actually cares about trains. So I wanted to stop, get it over with and move on to the main show.
As you can see, the wreckage goes on for quit a ways. Johnny couldn’t explain how this place ended up like this. The trains used to transport things to and from the mines in the area, however, there’s no good explanation for why they started abandoning them here.
Our group had fun playing on the playground.
I didn’t try the train teeter totter, but I did test out the swings…slightly complicated by my hat over my eyes so I couldn’t see!
But I preferred climbing inside the trains and hiding, simply because it was warmer away from the wind in there!
If you can read that graffiti, it says in Spanish, “Needed: an experienced mechanic.”
Lots of lovers graffiti everywhere too. I don’t know why, it’s certainly not the most romantic spot I’ve ever visited
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