The last time I saw flamingoes was in Peru and involved high-altitude hallucinations I’d rather not repeat. So I am startled and a little nervous finding them here, 75 kms from the town of Malargue. But this country has every other conceivable natural wonder, why not a huge expanse of dried-up salt water in the middle of the desert?
It’s blindingly beautiful and the altitude is high enough that I do, for a moment, dream of ice skating across the crystalized surface.
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