stories from and about south america
Waking up the following morning in San Pedro de Atacama was a pleasant experience. I had not had a need for altitude sickness pills, we had descended to 2,200 meters the previous day, and the air was thick enough with oxygen that my brain and body were … Read more...
Continue reading...→There was an early morning rush; really early morning. The sun hadn’t come up yet, and we were expected to be at breakfast at no later than 6, with departure time set for 06.30. In the dark without electricity we made do with whatever flashlights we could find … Read more...
Continue reading...→From the hobbit huts we were on our way again fairly early the following morning. This was to be another long day at high altitude in an intensely dry climate. After an hour or more of driving, we entered different territory. The salt surface started to give … Read more...
Continue reading...→The hotel and flags slipped into the distant background. A small cloud of dust swirled behind a separate caravan of four-wheel drive vehicles. Off in the distance we could see the tops of the mountains which surround the salt flat. Our two vehicles veered off into a … Read more...
Continue reading...→Throughout the night I slipped into sleep only to be bounced out of it on a regular basis by the bumps in the road. The temperature was plunging, but I had learned through bitter experience to bundle up and wear everything I possibly could to keep warm in … Read more...
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