WORLDWIDE | Sunday, 17 October 2010 | Views [217]
We left Devil’s Golf Course and, from a distance, you could see an enormous bright white patch amidst a brown dusty desert. As we arrived, our immediate reaction was tainted by a deluge of tourist activity. Exiting the car, my first observation was the rough wind’s delivery of all scents the bathrooms had to offer. We passed through the trail of meek onlookers and pressed on for three miles.
As we had comfortably isolated ourselves, we could hear a consistent trickle of water. Water flows underneath the salt bed and given a hard enough foot landing, you will implant yourself into a salty shallow pool of water inches beneath. The underside of the salt flat has squared salt crystals which are a beauty on their own.
Standing on this vast stretching terrain instilled a surreal feeling in me. It were as if I were on an unexplored plane of existence. I could scream my lungs out and before it would reach anyone, it would be lost in the wind. A wholly otherworldly experience hopefully delivered here in this photograph.
