Alto Atacama Desert Lodge & Spa
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Hot tub
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Flight 12 - Santiago to Calama - 2 hours
Up at 7am for breakfast and to throw everything into suitcases. A bit disorganised this morning but we were ready for our 8.30 pickup. We travelled to the airport with an attractive woman about 25. She lives in Toulouse. She said that Santiago is a vital city with lots to do. There are always …
... would fall down if you breathed too heavily on them, the roads were properly paved (even in the extreme environment of the Atacama desert), making road travel a pleasure, the people spoke at roughly twice the speed of Bolivians and with a French-esque slur (completely nullifying our recent progress in Spanish speaking), cars stopped for you if you crossed the street, rather than increasing their speed and beeping their horn, the people looked like Mediterranean ...
Another ealry start and we jumped on the 7am bus for San Pedro de Atacama in Chile. Apparenlty I was talking in my sleep. In Spanish! Despite planning on it I didn't manage to get any sleep. Instead I started reading Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. I read her previous book The Fountainhead several years ago and have been meaning to get around to this since then. Like it's predecessor it takes the complex balance between self interest ...
... some wild vicunas and guanacas that we had first seen in Peru. Our next
stop was these small rock faces where the ancient people had carved petroglyphs
mainly of the animals of the area. There was one particular area, the ritual
area, that had heaps of carvings and a large number of these were also painted
making this a rather special place. The next stop was the actual Rainbow Valley
where we had the ...
... and between the fleece sheets in preparation for a cold night.
There were no other tourists at this hostel because most tourists head for a border crossing in the morning, we wanted an easy day though. There were lots of trucks passing by and jeeps would stop by for the drivers to come in for a bit and then disappear again.
Martha meanwhile was cooking up a mean spaghetti bolognase and even had a bottle of red wine for us because it was our last night.