susys running away to sea

"The rigors (sic) of an expeditionary lifestyle"

Friday, May 19, 2006

Desiertoed

So, off we go to fabulous San Pedro de Atacama in the north of Chile. But to get to places in this long thin country you have to catch a train, then a taxi, then a bus, then a plane, then another bus (2 hour trip across the desierto), then arrive 13 hours later at your cheap, but prebooked, hostal to find the place utterly desiertoed at 9 at night. What to do? Why, just look around you, and you see in the feeble glimmer of a street light that the entire place is made up of a) hostales, b) restorantes and c) tour companies. It's a tourist town entirely! And it's made entirely of adobe, even to the seats at a internet cafe. We got a room at another hostal, picking our way across picturesque faux rustique bridges. I should be able to show you a picture of the ditch outside our door, which I fell into, and the shared (en plein air) facilities. Oh, and one of the plentiful cats. Here goes ...




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