In southwest Bolivia lies a place where it looks as if all the country’s ailing old locomotives have rolled into the wilderness to chug their last chugs – or been struck dead on the spot at the hand of the evil stationmaster in the Earth’s furnace. This gigantic train graveyard – chock-full of the hollow husks and skeletal remains of long forsaken steam engines – is situated on the deserted outskirts of the small trading post of Uyuni, high in the Andean plane some 3,670 m above sea level.

I have to wonder why they weren't cut up for scrap? Seems wasteful to just drive them into the desert and let them rust.

Would be any classic locomotive lover's dream come true.

What do Bolivians know about recycling? I'm sure the soil is conterminated by waste oil too.