While the doping problems splash the Tour de France, we fearlessly take dope, a dope based on a mix of almond chocolate, orange juice and bananas. Yesterday a young Chilean sketched a map for us on a piece of sheet - a map to reach the Cejas lagoon in the beginning of the salar. We rent two bikes and we ride the endless road which go away, eastwards from San Pedro.

About ten kilometers further, we turn right to ride a muddy road at the starting point of the salar. A flat but not smooth salar. The levelling result of the rain doesn't occur here, the imperfect mix of salt and mud agglomerate in small clods which offer us an even but impracticable by bike ground.

1h30 after leaving San Pedro, we relax on the bank of the lagoon and we cheer up eating. The volcanic sinusoid which rips the skyline monotony reflects itself on the water.

It's time to leave, for the return trip, we have a gigantic mate, the majestic Licancabur, always there.

The return trip is particularly hard on this endless road, the wind facing us and with more than 50km "in the legs". Exhausted and painful buttocks, the San Pedro lively streets are not for us tonight.