The Sandstorm
Chapter 1 For several weeks now, the road trips that I did with my dear friend Zeffi into the west coast of the United States has been unveiling itself to me. The Monument Valley, the Grand Canyon, the Route 66 which is the one that I had wished to visit the most as a child, the truly enormous Hoover Dam and the absolutely amazing city of Las Vegas, had indiscreetly yet surely left their marks into my heart and of course into my camera. Today, one more majestic destination was coming up. Part of the famous Death Valley, the Badwater Basin, it is one of the lowest places on the surface of the earth. This huge, old, pure and white salt flat looks exactly like the ones you can find in Bolivia. Thank God, I could see one of them from so close. Yes, I could walk on it; capture some amazing images just like the ones I could get if I was on the Bolivian Andes and why not to clear my energy most naturally. Maybe Uyuni-lake was quite far at that momen...