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- Free parking
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11 hours. 11 hours on a bus, broken only by a tortuous stop at the Argentinian/Chilean border where a strange queuing ritual commenced. Now, I love a good queue like all Brits, but this was chaotic, lacked any semblance of order, and no sooner had you completed one queue, but you joined another. All very unnecessary - my passport is signed by the …
Am Vormittag ging es zunächst in eine 3000 Jahre alte, verlassene Siedlung, Aldea de Tudor. Hier gab es früher fruchtbares Land und die dazu gehörenden Rundbauten der Leute. Heute ist alles weg errodiert. Anschließend ging es zu einer alten "Burg" Quitor, ca 700 nach Chr. von der noch einige Teile erhalten geblieben sind. Der Fluss in der Nähe hat …
Hochmoderner kleiner Flughafen Flug und Gepäck alles gut.
Rod oder Rodrigo holt uns ab und es geht in einem großen Ford über die RN 23 nach San Pedro.
Unterwegs sehen wir die Wüste und ab und zu den nahen Vulkan Licancabur.
Bilder von der Fahrt stelle ich später mit dem Smartfon ein.
Für uns hat heute der Urlaub richtig angefangen …
... bus to collect us at 10.30 to bring us to Calama airport. The bus arrived on time and it took a little over an hour to reach Calama airport where Ash had the privilige of sitting next to a Chilean lad who maintained that he wanted to practice his English skills although I think it was his flirting skills that he was more interested in practicing! Lucky you Ash!! The flight to Santiago was of course late taking off, punctuality is a serious problem here ...
... realised over the course of millennia. The industry of humanity seemed to me irrevocable and sinister in that moment, and I started to shiver for another reason altogether. To my gloomy mind, the headlights of tour buses penetrating the wisps of vapour looked like the cars of gangsters who were busy burying a body in the desert, except the corpse was nature and we were all victims. I was mostly numb, but certain parts of my body- my toes, my fingers, my knees- ...