Salt Hotel

If you lick it, it definitely taste like salt. And if you have a shower remember to take your shoes. I didn’t, and started melting into the salty floor as I traipsed back to the salty room.

We decided to treat ourselves and splashed out 100Bs to stay in the Salt Hotel on the last night of the Salt Flat trip. Embarrassingly, I got it confused with the Ice Hotel at every opportunity but it’s definitely worth the money. It might not look like a shining white fairy tale castle on the outside but inside it’s a strange cool place. Everything except the showers and toilets is made out of salt blocks; the chairs, tables, walls, floors and beds. Don’t pull too hard on the mains sockets though as salt isn’t that great a material for screwing things to!

This isn’t the original Salt Hotel. That is now a crumbling tiny overpriced museum (no entrance fee but you have to buy something from the shop and everything is double what you’d pay at the next stop in the trip just down the road). In the traditional display of international flags outside we were horrified to find there was no British flag! We might send one.