Flamingoes in the shallows in Parque Eduardo Avaroa

Outlaws, Pizza, Love and Salt:  Life in the Land of Butch and Sundance
Photos by Chris Sarage and Franz Durán
Text by Jonathan Derksen

 

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The Salar de Uyuni located in the Potosí Department, is a desert salt flat located at 11,985 ft (3653 m) above sea level.  It occupies an area of apporximately 3653 square miles (9065 square kilometers).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Salares and adjacent parks are home to strange landscapes, like the Tree of Stone in Parque Nacional Avaroa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are said to have been buried in the Cementerio de San Vicente

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Could this be the grave of one of the greatest outlaws in history?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A geyser at Sol de Mañana at approximately 5000m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The salares of Uyuni and Coipasa are separated by a range of hills, as depicted in this map.  Source:  Instituto Geográfico Militar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The arid climate of the Salares hosts to a unique variety of flora and fauna

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The San Vicente Cemetery, alleged resting place of Butch and Sundance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Camping with Toñito Tours on the edge of the Salar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chris Sarage takes a break on the shore of Laguna Colorada in Parque Eduardo Avaroa

 

Links:

Toñito Tours

Salar de Uyuni - Babylon Travel Magazine

Brandon Liew's Journey to the Salar de Uyuni

Bike Trip Through the Salar de Uyuni

 

 

 

 

Even in the eighties, wizened old men sitting in the central plazas of Sucre and other highland cities could be heard gossiping in scandalous voices about the fate of two of America’s most notorious outlaws, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.  Their flight in 1901 to Argentina, and later Bolivia, has been perhaps one of the most celebrated criminal escapades of the past century.  The famous Hollywood rendition is just one testament to this. And their demise in 1905 in a small mining town of the Southern Altiplano left the world guessing over the possibility of a joint suicide….

But it was pizza, not the legend, that originally brought Chris Sarage to Bolivia.  In 1994, while managing Antonio’s, a popular pizzeria in the college town of Amherst, Massachusetts, Chris met Sussy Durán. 

“Sussy had come to Amherst from Bolivia to participate in an environmental education seminar sponsored by USAID,” Chris says.  “She and her Bolivian study group would eat daily at the pizzeria for lunch.  I could overhear them trying to figure out in English how to order their sodas without ice.  Bolivians are afraid that ice might give them a sore throat or make them ill, (a luxury I have been forced to give up since moving to Bolivia). I let them practice their English until it got too frustrating, then I interjected, ‘Sin hielo?’.  Sussy asked me why had I made them suffer so when I could have spoken Spanish from the beginning.  And wham!  I fell for her right there, separated only by a counter littered with Parmesan cheese and hot pepper shakings.” 

They married soon thereafter.  Chris became a high school Spanish teacher, while Sussy, a whiz at numbers thanks to an economics degree, landed a job with a large firm.  But that summer, Sussy’s parents, who ran a small tourist operation in Bolivia, called to ask if they could head south to help during the peak season.  Chris reflects, “So, we packed up, flew down to Bolivia, and never made it Back!” 

The food that brought them together continued to guide their fates.  A year after establishing a La Paz office to complement the lack of information for travellers heading to Uyuni, Sussy and Chris opened a pizzeria in Miraflores, a neighborhood near the soccer stadium. Minuteman Revolutionary Pizza was a hit among ex-pats, Peace Corp volunteers, missionaries, and Bolivian clients alike.

Chris laughs, “I was shocked one night when we delivered a pizza to a heavily guarded house in the Zona Sur. It ended up being the house of Jorge Quiroga, then vice president, now the president of Bolivia. We were working like crazy. The tour office during the day and making pizzas at night. Local Bolivians would just stand outside the door to watch the gringo pizza guy spinning pies.”  

The news:  Minuteman has moved south to the town of Uyuni.  In June of 2002, Chris and Sussy will start dishing up pizza in one of the highest pizzerias in the world. 
 

Starting from Scratch

Besides serving pizza above 12,000 ft., Chris and Sussy continue to help manage the family-owned and -operated Toñito Tours.  Sussy’s father, Alejandro Durán, started the company in 1994 with only two jeeps. Despite never getting a loan—interest rates on a mortgage hover at about 19% in Bolivia--the Durans persevered and were able to save enough to open their agency. 

Eight years later, Toñito Tours has a fleet of 15 Toyota Landcruisers, three Chevy Subrubans, a Mercedes Benz Bus, and a bullet proof van they acquired at the US Embassy Auction.  Chris says, “They haven’t taken out the steel plating yet and the windows don’t roll down!”

Toñito Tours is a well oiled machine.  Sussy’s brother, Franz, coordinates the operations from the Uyuni office. Alejandro, Sussy’s Father--as Chris puts--haunts the garage. Martha, Sussy’s mother, oversees food detail including training of the cooks-in-the-field.  José Antonio (Toñito), Sussy’s other brother, works out of La Paz and is in charge of parts.  Bolivian roads aren’t kind to even the toughest-built vehicles.  “These jeeps need constant maintenance and fresh parts,” Chris observes. 

Sussy and Chris work as a trip-coordinating team. Apart from keeping an eye on the La Paz office, they carry out all Internet bookings. Chris is quick to point out that their outfit takes full advantage of modern technology.  “Thanks to the Internet, future visitors can get all their questions answered online. The Internet has in part done away with a traveler's dependency on the local travel agency. We save people time and money by taking care of their hotel reservations, transportation timetables, and by providing up-to-date info.  I like being able to help. It gives me a great sense of satisfaction when clients appreciate how smoothly they where able to maneuver around Bolivia with our guidance.”

The Wonders of Bolivia

Chris admits that Toñito’s success is also due to the fact that the country is an easy sell to adventurers.  “Bolivia offers an incredible amount of diversity to anyone interested in visiting,” he says.  “In a relatively short amount of time you can visit Amazon rainforests, frontier jungle towns, sub-tropics, salt deserts, remote llama villages, colonial cities at 4,000 meters, indigenous markets--the list goes on and on.”

Over the years, Chris has developed a deep respect for the people and customs of this landlocked nation.  “For me, the most impressive quality about Bolivia is that the people maintain their cultural identity despite the rapid invasion of Western influences. Holidays and festivals are sacred here. Each year it’s a privilege to witness Alasitas, Carnaval, Semana Santa, Gran Poder, and the festivals of the different virgins. And why not take a few days off of work in the name of cultural preservation?”

He says travel between departments is made interesting by how the local customs differ. Ones clothes, food or dialect betray distinctive regionality. “People here are definitely proud about where they’re from in Bolivia, not hesitant to remark that their province makes the freshest cheese or produces the sweetest grapes. In essence, Bolivia has a tangible, exotic quality that’s difficult to find these days.”

Toñito and Ecotourism

Chris Sarage shares the same opinion about eco-tourism as many other tour operators:  “Eco-tourism is a buzz word that you see everywhere nowadays. I believe that deep within ourselves there lies a genuine longing to get back in touch with nature. Every year millions of people escape their daily routines for a much-needed vacation. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t experience the great outdoors as a way to relax and ‘get away from it all.’

“Maybe it’s an ancient Neanderthal instinct that we need to subdue, which in turn has created eco-tourism, an organized--people need to feel organized--way to experience nature close-up.  

“Toñito Tours fits precisely into that category. Our tours focus on the natural beauty that Bolivia has to offer. We take people across the largest salt flat on Earth and into the Eduardo Avaroa National Park, characterized by its multi-colored lakes and wildlife. Our clients ride in our Toyota Landcruisers, sleep in llama villages where quinoa [a highland grain] dots the terrain, and visit surreal landscapes protected by volcanoes, which were once legends.

“Just because a company organizes eco tours doesn’t necessarily mean that it cares about the preservation of the environment. That is where Toñito Tours is different in Bolivia. For example, a US Peace Corp volunteer, Bob, was working on a solar latrine project on Isla Pescado,  a popular tourist stop in the Salar de Uyuni. Toñito Tours helped in part by sponsoring this project by supplying  assistance in communications, transportation, and materials. We have a long-term commitment to the areas where we run our tours. Toñito Tours also believes in promoting sustainable tourism here in Uyuni. Our drivers and cooks are on a year-round salary. We don’t hire help out per tour as we go along. You could wander over to our garage in the slow season and see a dozen drivers working on the vehicles.”

Running a conscientious tour outfit comes with its share of headaches, and Chris narrows down their source to competition.  In Bolivia, competition is rampant. The country’s informal economy, lack of control, and abundance of corruption wreaks havoc on all law-abiding businesses. Take my pizzeria for example. I was selling slices between 5 and 8 bolivianos each. I chose the location because it was near the soccer stadium. After games or concerts, hundreds of street vendors invaded the entire area and sold sausage sandwiches, anticuchos (barbecued cow heart), and pork sandwiches for 1-2 bs. each. I still did steady business, but it was frustrating. I was paying rent, electricity, water, taxes, employee wages, etc.

“The same chaos applies to travel agencies. Our vehicles are insured, papers are in order, we have year-round personnel, legitimate office expenses, and Internet costs, with everything on the up-and-up. Other travel agencies open for less than a year, then close and open up again under a different name without playing by the rules. That’s one of the frustrating aspects of operating a business in Bolivia.  This is why I honestly believe that tourism in general in Bolivia cannot serve the hopes of real conservation. The lack of control that I mentioned above is a big factor here. SERNAP, the government agency responsible for conserving protected areas, is not doing enough to protect wildlife from Bolivia’s tourists. The funds collected at park entrances here in the Laguna Colorada (south of Uyuni) go to the central office in La Paz. Then, like magic, they disappear into the national coffers and the national park, which generates a huge amount of income, but doesn’t even have proper outhouses and trash facilities.

“The corruption and incompetence stem from the government’s brilliant way of giving jobs to all members of the ruling political party. If you’re in the right party, then you and your whole family can run a government agency even if you don’t have a college degree or much experience. The attitude is that you only have five years to steal as much as you can because, after the next elections, you are out of a job. Only when Bolivia can get rid of this ridiculous tradition and put career-minded professionals in all government positions will we have hope.”

The Salares of Uyuni and Coipasa

Toñito Tours has become experts on travel in one of the most inhospitable places on the planet.  The salt flats of Uyuni and Coipasa occupy an area of more than 15,000 square kilometers, and are acclaimed to be the largest in the world.  With no roads and often nothing more than salt and sky by which to navigate, the prospect of losing ones way in this white desert is grim.  Beyond the borders of the salt lakes are the treacherous lava beds and mineral lakes of the 715,000 hectare Eduardo Avaroa National Reserve, where little grows save the usual highland pantano grass.   So what’s the attraction?  The place, simply put, is visually stunning. 

“…In Bolivia, travel to the Salares is booming right now,” Chris says.  “We are happy to work directly with walk-in clients, Internet reservations, and foreign travel agencies. In one of our group tours you might find yourself with travelers from four or five different countries. People like to make friends while they travel. The foreign travel agencies want a consistent and reliable tour for their clients. One of their main concerns is safety. The remoteness of this region and wide range of temperatures (-25C at night in winter) make it vital to hire someone with experience and a good service record.”

In-laws and Outlaws

San Vicente is a mining town tucked away in the creases of the Southern Altiplano.  It was soon after his arrival to Bolivia that Chris decided to make the unsung pilgrimage to the alleged final resting place of Butch and Sundance.  He recounts the tale here:

“San Vicente is roughly 4 hours from Uyuni. This is the town where Butch and Sundance made their last stand. As an American, I felt that it was my patriotic duty to pay my last respects to two of the Wild West's famous outlaws. I told my Bolivian family the legend of Butch and Sundance. If I could pay a visit to their cemetery, I would die a happy man.

“That said, it was decided that the whole family would make the pilgrimage. We left Uyuni early, around 6 am in the direction of Atocha. The road turned from dirt to desert sand as a giant dune had covered the road. We put the jeep into four-wheel drive and barely made it across, sinking and fish-tailing in the sand. We crossed a few rivers that reached the door handles of the jeep.

“The landscape was mostly llamas and sheep grazing on the sides of the road. We passed old, crumbling adobe houses and churches with sunken steeples. After passing through old Atocha (a deserted ghost town) into new Atocha, we made for a road that supposedly led to San Vicente. Note: in this region, road signs are non-existent. You need to have a psychic instinct that tells you where you are going. This dirt road took us up and down hills reminiscent of a dilapidated Incan path. We rode the hills like a giant roller coaster.  When the descent began, the road would momentarily vanish before every dip and then your heart leapt into your throat. This continued for what seemed like 30 miles or so.

“Finally, in the distance, with its tin roofs shimmering in the mid-morning sun, San Vicente awaited us. We rolled into the town, deserted, except for a few children playing in the dusty streets. A cement billboard read: Bienvenido a San Vicente: Here deaths of Butch Cassidy and the Sundanse Kid.   I  had arrived in the promised land.

“My best friend Rob and I had religiously watched the movie for years, quoting lines like ‘You just keep thinking Butch, that’s what you’re good at’ when important decisions needed to be made. I felt a deep sadness that he could not be there with me.

“My father-in-law, Alejandro, found a tiny store and started to ask about the legendary bandits. The woman didn’t seem to have the vaguest idea of what we were talking about. I knew she had never seen the movie. A group of curious youngsters mentioned the old cemetery and we shot off in that direction. We pulled up at a bleak cemetery with mostly unmarked graves. I was mesmerized. Could one of these tombs contain my heroes? The rest of the family patiently humored me. They couldn’t fathom why I wanted to come all this way to prance around a dreary cemetery.

“None of us could figure out where Butch and Sundance lay. I collected a few sacred stones, which I would later award to Rob. In the afternoon, we drove the long, winding road back to Uyuni. With my inner expedition behind me, it dawned on me how personal journeys can be. We had gone to San Vicente together.  For my family it had been an outing.  For me, the jaunt had given me closure with Butch and Sandance.”

More than Salt and Pizza on the Horizon

Chris and Sussy are excited at the prospect of opening a new hotel at the beginning of this year’s peak season.  “The hotel,” Chris explains, “will be a welcome addition to the lack of good options in Uyuni.  You could call it a neo-colonial structure with a polycarbonate roof to provide much-needed warmth in the winter months.  This has been a very time-consuming project, which is finally coming to an end.  Sussy and I are especially thrilled because Minuteman will be the hotel’s restaurant.  Also, we are planning to provide Toñito Tours with Minuteman Expedition Supplements, adding granola, trail-mix, peanut butter and other goodies to the menu of the tours.”

Outlaws, pizza, love and Salt--in Butch and Sundance’s land of refuge, Chris and Sussy have found a recipe for adventure.