“Aquí termina la aventura,” said the driver who met us at
the Bolivia-Chile border. The adventure
ends here.
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| Me, somewhere between Bolivia and Chile |
He wasn’t kidding.
After a week in Bolivia, the last few days spent bouncing around the Altiplano
on barely visible jeep tracks, we were on a well-paved desert road, with
signage and guard rails that wouldn’t be out of place in Arizona. From the border crossing, the road descended
an amazing 2000m over about 40km (so essentially, straight down) to the desert
town of San Pedro de Atacama. The very first
people we met spoke curtly and in slurred, almost unintelligible (to us)
Spanish. We were back in Chile, the land
of potable water and fast wifi.
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