Spent last night in a great little oasis in an otherwise barren landscape - wandered into the middle of town looking for something interesting and happened intoa very strangest pub (yep, strange) - anyway, they made a great pizza and the beer was cold.
We rode south to Chile and did the two hour blah-blah at the border - what a waste of time.
There is one of those imaginary lines here - Enter Chile and 30 seconds later everything is just different. People (everybody) doesn't honk honk honk at you, the roads are, well, paved and maintained, the people are 6 inches taller and 30 points brighter, restaurants have menus, just about everything is changed even though its the same parched dirt under their feet.
We're rolling through some of the driest places on earth today. Tomorrow we ride into the absolute arid.
At dusk we headed to the coast and found a great Sheraton-esque hotel on the waterfront and called it a wrap. Had a pisco sour overlooking the Pacific in Iquique, northern Chile. Tomorrow we ride a half day to San Pedro de Atacama.
Nick
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