The girls get frisky on the salt flats of Bolivia
Varying stages of undress with Hippy at centre stage
Salt has taken on a whole new meaning for the girls (none of us are old enough yet to be women) of our overland journey.
Maybe the glare of the Bolivian salt flats cause sunstroke, day blindness, craziness or just plain fun. Whatever the cause, our girls took the day’s outing as a opportunity for sisterly pranks and a chance to break loose, while shedding inhibitions and clothes.
A few days earlier, I heard them plotting and planning this adventure. The deal was to have a no bars…er…no bras photo session. I’m no prude so figured, what the heck, I’m old enough to know better and young enough to care less.
So about the time I expected to be lined up to lose the bra (I wore a purple one that day, just in case), I had a reprieve. The women decided I was the one they trusted the most to take the photos. How flattering.
So we trudged out in to the expanses of sand—even Hippy came—for several different poses. But we left the boys a long way off. That said, our camera-hungry Hippy sneaked into another skin shot with Tom.
P.S. Stay tuned for a couple of serious blog items on these amazing salt flats.
Where to next? 
No Peggy; it isn’t a full monty. For a full monty the participants need to be upstanding. Nice try though!
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I rather thought you’d say that, but I’m glad you liked the effort.
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The shot with Hippy had me giggling… 😉
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Hippy was an important part of the tour and we couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.
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lovely! continue…
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I’m missing our travels.
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