Hostal Lickana

Address: Caracoles 140 esq , San Pedro de Atacama, Chile | Hostel
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This hostel is located on Caracoles 140 esq , San Pedro de Atacama.
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        TravelPod Member ReviewsHostal Lickana San Pedro de Atacama

        Reviewed by empritchard

        Clean & Comfortable

        Reviewed Aug 10, 2011
        by (3 reviews) , United States Flag of United States

        I just came back from San Pedro. We stayed in two different Hostals there. The first was dirty and had shared bathrooms, so Hostal Lickana was a huge delight. We had a private bathroom and there were adjustable mattress heaters on the bed. There are nice tables outside, and the place is in a great location. It was a little pricey, but everything in San Pedro is pricey. It was well worth it to escape the DUST of San Pedro. Simple breakfast every morning and cleaned every day.

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        TripAdvisor Reviews Hostal Lickana San Pedro de Atacama

        4.00 of 5 stars Excellent

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