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There´s nothing quite like the feeling of cold, salty wind rippling across your buttocks as my Israeli friends and I found out when we went one step further in pursuit of the funny photo on Bolivia´s Salar de Uyuni salt plain.
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I happen to feel that, being a 12,000 square kilometre expanse of pure, unspoilt salt left over from a prehistoric lake, the Salar was asking for it. What else was any right-minded bunch of blokes supposed to do in such a situation other than get our keks off? Many thanks go to Alex the Brazilian for going above and beyond the call of duty and taking the photos and also to his partner, Monika, for staying in the jeep until we were presentable again.
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I think this one in particular has a future as an Athena poster. I can see it now, on sale inbetween the one of the tennis girl scratching her bum and the pug dog in sunglasses.
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Of course, we couldn´t spend all say running around as God intended but we managed to have fun with our clothes on, taking advantage of the peculiar, distance-distorting effect of the white background.
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Above: while setting up this picture I had to very tactfully ask Dor and Dan if they would like to hold me or I should hold them. Thank God we had our clothes on by that point or there could have been a terrible misunderstanding.
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Below: Dor and I demonstrate the tiny, emergency escape jeep we had the foresight to bring with us to prevent us being standed miles from anywhere should our frankly dubious driver succeed in wrecking the big one.
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