Brrrrr

You know you are cheap when you shop at used clothing stores....in Bolivia. Yesterday I was cold and it is only going to get colder this week (the salar will get 10 below freezing at least). I found a store that sells used clothes from the US and bought a huge XL ugly coat and ski pants for $12. Now I will look even more ridiculous than I already do, but I´ll be warmer. We arrived in Uyuni last night at midnight and bad news: my camera partially melted on the train sitting on a heater. It still works, thankfully, but its really hard to press the button to take pictures and to use the zoom. We walked a couple miles to a train graveyard today and it was bizarre. There were hundreds of rusted broken traincars just sitting around. The ground all around was covered in trash. We passed by cow skulls, horns, and even a dead puppy. Pretty gruesome. The old trains are a symbol of imperialism of the past; of the late 1800s and early 1900s. Coca Cola is a symbol of imperialism in Latin America today. No matter how rural the place we are, there is always Coca Cola, it is inescapable.