All together, Manaure produces about 65 percent of Colombia's salt for national consumption, which is used in food, industry and cattle-ranching.

Where South America juts like a finger into the Caribbean ocean, sheets of salt roll out into the sea, made bright white under a scorching sun.

In the coastal town of Manaure, home to Colombia’s largest salt deposits, salt miners of the Wayuu indigenous group shuffle their flip-flops over a slush of salt, sand and seawater that sears the soles of their feet. They shovel the salt into 100-pound sacks that they sell to the company down the road.

Despite the paltry earnings and grueling work, artisanal mining is vital to Manaure’s Wayuu people. They see the mines as key to determining their own economic and social development.

But the piles of salt have become the subject of a decades-long struggle between the Wayuu, whose territory is home to the salt reserve, and the government, which has resisted one court order after another to cede control.

There is a hotel in the middle of the salt flats. The accommodation is basic and there is no electricity, but the entire building is made out of salt! Of course this also means your bed too, which is then covered in loads of blankets.

Darn. I was looking forward to it.

I consider it rude that so many of you keep discussing films when I haven't seen anything in weeks.

I consider it rude that so many of you keep discussing films when I haven't seen anything in weeks.

Earl--I'd say good but not great, too, but I would disagree that 1) the adults are unlikeable (I'd call them "imperfect"); and 2) that raw straight sex scenes make something gay-unfriendly. I also disagree that the movie is suggesting Moore would be straight if she just had a man like Ruffalo. I think it's saying precisely what it says it's saying, that sexuality is complicated and that some people are bisexual.