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A confession in the Desert - San Pedro de Atacama

Written on: Sunday November 23rd, 2008

A journal entry from: Trails in 2008

Getting into Chile from Bolivia is nearly as difficult as getting into NZ, with lots of bag checks so you don't bring in any fruits or dairy, and no nasty insects in your handsomely carved wooden souvenirs.  I suppose they'll be looking for cocaine as well.  This town is fairly touristy but it is sooooo nice to be in a more, erm, 'civilised' town where they sell proper coffees and more people speak english. 

Being used to early starts from the salt plains tour, we biked out to the Valley of the Moon to see sunrise, but we stayed too long enjoying the scenery and endured the long ride back to town with cactus tongues in the beating sun (this is the desert, after all).

The one thing all travellers have recommended was to visit the observatory, one of the best places in the world to see the stars... but we are in full tourist territory and its fully booked - we learn our lesson to book these things ahead from now on. 

This is about the time I admit to collecting beer labels of South America.  It started in Colombia when the beer label was a pretty yellow eagle picture that I peeled off and kept.  Now, every new country provides excitement to see a new variety of bottles lined up, and the anticipation of peeling each one off in one clean, easy peel.  Sad, I know.  But what a cool pool room display we will have one day!