Hostal Dona Ines Arica

... cest pas facile de converser tte une journee ac soi meme,et les seuls chiliens a qui jai parle st super durs a comprendre!!! ypouhou, ca va bien se passer demain je vais aller a la plage, ac moi meme, et on verra qd je repartirai pour san pedro de atacama:... 13h de bus<br><br>desole pas de photos pour auj, jai rien vu du trajet... ah si, juste une chose ca yest le payasage est desertique!!! et ns sommes ds le pays des mines de cuivre!!! pour votre info (et la mienne!!!)

... number of seats, their bus had broken down. With so many people on the bus the aisle was completely packed and the smell was something to note. Arriving into Tacna was beautiful. <br><br>Even more beautiful was arriving into the Arica, Chile train station later that day as the sunset over the desert. We had thoroughly enjoyed our last day in Peru in Tacna having had amazing egg and avocado sandwiches at the market, soaking up the sun ...

... and our collectivo was full and off we headed!<br><br>It didn&#8217;t take long maybe little under an hour to get to the Peruvian check point which was much more modern than the one we had experienced in Copacabana! <br>Then we got back in the car, about 10minutes later we were through customs and on our last leg of our trip, Chile!<br><br>Our collectivo driver dropped us off at the terminal in Arica, and we got a cab to The Surfhouse ...

... tempted to diagnose those- a hazard of my profession.<br><br>I ate lunch at Pica del Muertito, appropriately named since it´s at the foot of the town cemetary. I had my first pastel de choclo, a kind of chicken pot pie with a corn topping. It was pretty good but I can´t really say the same for the Pap soda that went with it. I continued on to the cemetary which took up an entire hillside. The graves are buried in the sand ...

On route to Arica I spent 2 days in another coastal city called Iquique. Having been touring insecently for a couple of weeks I decided to have a couple of days doing nothing, the hostal I stayed in was just 100m from the beach and it was very homely. They even had the coolest little puppy and his dad as guard dogs, in fact I spent most of my time trying to stop the pup from biting me! <br><br>Rested up, Gary and I (from an Pedro) moved on to Arica, a border ...

... to Sunny Day's Hostel to try to score a room. Apparently, many people had heard the praises of Sunny Day's as they were booked solid and unable to put us up for the night. The lady working reception made a call though, and directed us down the street a short way to "End of the Trail" where she said we would find rooms. EOTT, as they abbreviate their name, turned out to be a bit closer to the ocean and was just as friendly and accommodating as Sunny Day's was alleged ...

... Chungara at an elevation of 4570m where you have lovely views of the volcanoes refleciting in the lake. From here our routes separated as my fellow travellers went on to La Paz in Bolivia (some 100km further east) were they termitate their tour. As for me, I went back down some 4500m in less than 200km to Arica before taking a 30-hour long bus journey back to Santiago de Chile. So this is it folks, this was a great journey through ...

Time to treat ourselves: So we were craving some luxury after our experience in Bolivia... Another nightime bus journey through Bolivia... lets just say why would a bus company drop you at a bus station at 3:30 am especially when its the final destination... so we arrive in Oruro trying to look for a hotel at 3:30am in the morning.... finally get one and glad we survived to tell the tale... Of course we are rudely awoken by the lunny Bolivians driving ...

... kids hanging around, and convinced Debbie to go discoing! So, we paid our entrance fee, and went dancing again! After a night of partying, we carried on. We bought some more fish, and friend another fish dinner. This fish was excellent, they call it reina something or other. It was just delicious. After a few more days on the beach, we decided to head southward following the beach path.

Travel is leaving all you know.. .. to become lost in the unknown Travel is becoming less certain of your beliefs.. .. and learning new ways of looking at life Travel is accepting how small you really are .. and how magnificent is the World Travel is trying to fit into a new culture .. and finding you don´t quite fit into your own Travel is a new love and a new loss .. every single week I had told my friends in Lima that when I got to Chile I would make a quick trip up the cost from ...