Chile

Our last day included a stop in what was almost a little ghost town in Chile. Only seven people still live there, but this little doggie sure found a friend!

Our last day included a stop in what was almost a little ghost town in Chile. Only seven people still live there, but this little doggie sure found a friend!

And finally it’s time to leave the Salt Flats and head back to civilization. First, though – because it’s a long way from there to anywhere – we had one more day to cross the border into Chile and spend one more night out in the middle of nowhere.

After four days there’s not a lot more to say about the sights. Llamas. More flamingoes. Mountains. Shipping containers for eating and sleeping. Smooth sailing while driving on the salt flats themselves but then plenty of bumpiness once we were back on gravel roads.

We saw a lot of llamas while traveling through Bolivia. Heck, we even learned how to tell the difference between an llama and an alpaca!

We saw a lot of llamas while traveling through Bolivia. Heck, we even learned how to tell the difference between an llama and an alpaca!

One interesting observation. When we crossed the border back into Chile our driver and crew changed. Bolivia doesn’t like Chilean workers coming over so when we were in Bolivia there was a Bolivian crew (driver, cook, helper) who traveled with us. When we got to the border we said goodbye to them and picked up the Chilean crew – driver and cook – for the last night. We were excited about the new cook, a guy in a real chef’s outfit, suggesting even better food. Alas, it was not to be. Notwithstanding the chef-looking clothes, we liked the ordinary Bolivian woman’s food better. There’s a lesson there somewhere.

One more shipping container to sleep in. (Though from the windows there you can tell this was the dining car; the sleepers had no real windows…)

One more shipping container to sleep in. (Though from the windows there you can tell this was the dining car; the sleepers had no real windows…)

Sunset at our campsite

Sunset at our campsite

Oh, and another strange observation. We’ve traveled back and forth across the Chilean-Bolivian border a few times now, from Bolivia to Chile to Bolivia to Chile and ultimately back to Bolivia. Now Chile is west of Bolivia and in a different time zone, so you’d expect to set your watch back an hour, right? I mean, if it’s 10 AM in Boston, it’s 9 AM in Chicago. For some strange reason though, going from Bolivia to Chile it works the other way. If it’s 10 AM in Bolivia, it’s 11 AM to the west in Chile. Very strange and very confusing.

So that was it. From the Salt Flats we drove across the border into Chile and spent one last night in a shipping container. Our guide Danilo had figured out that we definitely like to hike so he worked some pleasant hikes into our journey and then finally the last day we drove into Iquique, the strange beach town in northern Chile. I say strange just because, well, everything about it seems strange. Of course what we loved most after five days was having Internet access again. My God, how different life is when you can just look at the news or weather or Facebook whenever you want. Civilization again!

After just one night in Iquique we flew to Santa Cruz, Bolivia’s biggest city, before we head on to Paraguay. Our trip through the Salt Flats and all that hiking was fabulous, but it’s also good to be back to normal.

This was the tiny town we stopped in for a break. Danilo told us only seven people live here, five adults and two little girls whom we met.

This was the tiny town we stopped in for a break. Danilo told us only seven people live here, five adults and two little girls whom we met.

Notwithstanding the tiny population, the Chilean government had invested in this unusually attractive central square. It was genuinely nice, though it's hard to imagine the justification of the investment for seven people, when their houses are little more than shacks.

Notwithstanding the tiny population, the Chilean government had invested in this unusually attractive central square. It was genuinely nice, though it’s hard to imagine the justification of the investment for seven people, when their houses are little more than shacks.

More llamas on a hike

More llamas on a hike

We were still surrounded by beautiful snow-capped mountains

We were still surrounded by beautiful snow-capped mountains

One more shot of a gorgeous sunset

One more shot of a gorgeous sunset

And then finally, as we were flying out of Iquique back to Bolivia, we saw this sign while checking in for our flight. We've traveled a lot; I get that you're not supposed to have hatchets or grenades or dynamite on a plane. But what the hell is a guitar doing on this list???

And then finally, as we were flying out of Iquique back to Bolivia, we saw this sign while checking in for our flight. We’ve traveled a lot; I get that you’re not supposed to have hatchets or grenades or dynamite on a plane. But what the hell is a guitar doing on this list???

Late on our first afternoon in San Pedro de Atacama, up above Valley of the Moon

Late on our first afternoon in San Pedro de Atacama, up above Valley of the Moon

After a long bus-and-car journey, we got to San Pedro de Atacama, a small tourist-dominated town in northern Chile in the Atacama Desert. Very near the Bolivian border, it was in fact part of Bolivia until the Pacific War, involving Bolivia and Peru on one side versus Chile on the other, from 1879 to 1883. Chile won and thus took a significant amount of land from both Peru and Bolivia; as a result, Bolivia lost its access to the Pacific and became a landlocked nation. To this day there are parts of Bolivia that aren’t real friendly towards Chile.

The main reason to go to San Pedro – presumably the only reason unless you’re one of the 12 people in the world with relatives here – is to explore the Atacama Desert. Comprising about 41,000 square miles, the Atacama Desert is reportedly the world’s driest non-polar desert and makes up a significant part of northern Chile. To say it’s dry is really an understatement. On average, the desert gets barely over a half inch of rain per year, while in the central part of the desert periods of up to four years have been reported with no rainfall. Some of the weather stations in Atacama have never reported rain. That’s dry.

That's some dry terrain we're riding through

That’s some dry terrain we’re riding through

So what do you do in a desert like that? We stayed in San Pedro for three nights and in that time did three hikes and went horseback riding. The horseback riding was kind of boring; the horses were huge and beautiful Arabians, but all you did was sit on them while walking or occasionally cantering through dry, rocky terrain. It didn’t seem like anything we couldn’t have done on our own and enjoyed more without the horses. The three hikes, though, were all pretty exceptional. We were fortunate in that we’ve been up in the Andean highlands for weeks now and so we’re completely acclimated to the elevation. San Pedro itself is about 8,000 feet above sea level, with the surrounding hills and mountains reaching far higher. So while newbies in the area typically have to work their way into hiking in the area we could just jump right in.

The first hike was only 60 minutes or so, but was pretty amazing. The Valley of the Moon is about a half-hour drive out of San Pedro and looks as though you were, well, on the moon. In fact, because of the dry and forbidding terrain here, NASA tested an early version of the Mars rover here.

Here we are on the edge of a steep sand dune in Valley of the Moon, ankle-deep in the softest sand you've ever felt. Further down people were sand surfing, but we left that to the kids.

Here we are on the edge of a steep sand dune in Valley of the Moon, ankle-deep in the softest sand you’ve ever felt. Further down people were sand surfing, but we left that to the kids.

By far the coolest thing about the hike was walking barefoot on a hill through the deep sand; it was one of those “OK, this is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before” moments. The sand was so soft and dry, it was like wading in warm water, almost like there was no resistance on your feet. With the views of the desert and the mountains in the background it was just a truly otherworldly experience.

Cacti and beautiful scenery in our little canyon excursion

Cacti and beautiful scenery in our little canyon excursion

The second hike was down into a canyon through cactus-studded hills and along a beautiful little stream fed from mountain runoff. I wasn’t expecting to find anything like it in this driest-of-all-places desert, but it was beautiful (and pleasantly cool down in the shade of the canyon). I was amused, as we were scampering over and around rocks on pretty challenging terrain that while helmets were required on the horseback and bike rides offered in the area, they’re not on hikes like this. There was no question in my mind we were in a lot more danger of slipping and seriously bonking our heads on that hike than we ever were on the horses.

It was a beautiful canyon and a great hike, though it was a little surreal to be around so much water in the driest desert on earth

It was a beautiful canyon and a great hike, though it was a little surreal to be around so much water in the driest desert on earth

I wasn't really leaning on that cactus, though you had to be careful not to slip while hiking lest you roll into something like that

I wasn’t really leaning on that cactus, though you had to be careful not to slip while hiking lest you roll into something like that

Here we are, hiking through the canyon

Here we are, hiking through the canyon

Finally, the third hike was a good three- or even four-hours out into the vast nothingness of the highlands, upwards of 15,000 feet above sea level. The first stop, before we even got to the hike, was the El Tatio geyser field. At 14,200 feet above sea level the locals claim it’s the highest geyser field in the world. Whether that’s true or not, the central area is pretty impressive site, with lots of additional geysers spread around a wide area. Our guide was careful to let us know that the geysers are dangerous; just two months ago a woman leaning over the stone barricades to get a better picture fell into one of the geysers and died. Boiled like a lobster, you might say. So we were careful.

Me and our guide Danilo sitting in front of one of El Tatio's many geysers. I was careful not to lean too far back…

Me and our guide Danilo sitting in front of one of El Tatio’s many geysers. I was careful not to lean too far back…

From there it was off to a long hike through utterly isolated areas. All very exciting. The real highlight, though, was lunch (of course). They drove us back toward the hotel but then turned off toward the Puritama Hot Springs, a series of eight geothermal pools. Because our hotel manages the site, they reserve the top pool for just their customers and, as we were the only ones on the hike that day, we had it to ourselves. And by “it” I refer not just to the naturally heated pool, but an incredible lunch they provide, including pisco sours and wine and great food. It was really an over-the-top-great experience.

Mark making his way through the very high trails in the Atacama Desert

Mark making his way through the very high trails in the Atacama Desert

The hot spring pool that was awaiting us after a long and great hike

The hot spring pool that was awaiting us after a long and great hike

If they're offering pisco sours for lunch, in a naturally fed hot springs, who are we to say no?

If they’re offering pisco sours for lunch, in a naturally fed hot springs, who are we to say no?

And the lunch spread itself - pork, beef, pasta salad, quinoa. That's a great way to end a great hike. And the table in back, just barely visible, had the desserts and wine. Life is good!

And the lunch spread itself – pork, beef, pasta salad, quinoa. That’s a great way to end a great hike. And the table in back, just barely visible, had the desserts and wine. Life is good!

I’d have loved to have stayed in San Pedro longer, as there are a huge number of hikes to do. But we were committed to going on a five-night tour up into Bolivia through the Uyuni Salt Flats and so we left early the day after that hot-spring-lunch trek north back into Bolivia for five days with no Internet, no electricity, and presumably very few people. So far, though, our decision to come down into Chile to see the Aticama Desert was pretty successful.

Valley of the Moon

Valley of the Moon

Our guide Danilo and I making our way down the sand dune at Valley of the Moon

Our guide Danilo and I making our way down the sand dune at Valley of the Moon

Mark hiking through our little canyon

Mark hiking through our little canyon

Late in our long hike we came across this lonely geyser that erupts every 15 minutes or so

Late in our long hike we came across this lonely geyser that erupts every 15 minutes or so

We weren't the only ones enjoying the geothermal fields. This vicuña was part of a little family of five passing through.

We weren’t the only ones enjoying the geothermal fields. This vicuña was part of a little family of five passing through.

Oh, and after all that hiking? We could always hang around the lodge's small but beautiful pool with a great view of the mountains

Oh, and after all that hiking? We could always hang around the lodge’s small but beautiful pool with a great view of the mountains

Iquique, Chile - beautiful water, some nice beaches, and on the edge of a massive desert

Iquique, Chile – beautiful water, some nice beaches, and on the edge of a massive desert

From Peru we went to Bolivia, and from Bolivia we wanted to go to … Bolivia. Specifically, we wanted to go to the Uyuni salt flats, but we also wanted to go to the Atacama Desert, southwest of Uyuni, in Chile. So from Sucre we flew to La Paz for a night and then caught a flight to Iquique (ee-kee-kay), a port and beach town in northern Chile, where we could catch a bus to Calama and then continue on to San Pedro de Atacama well inside the desert. After a couple days there we’ll head back north into Bolivia and the salt flats, doing a big circle before ending up back in Iquique, from which we’ll then fly up to Santa Cruz, Bolivia’s biggest city.

Whew – complicated, and not an intuitively obvious route for getting from Bolivia to, well, Bolivia. But so far it’s working for us.

Here’s what to know about Iquique. It’s an old mining town, famous in its day for large quantities of sodium nitrate, sometimes known as saltpeter and particularly useful for making fertilizer. When petroleum-based fertilizers were developed, though, Iquique’s glory days were numbered.

Dry, dusty streets - and this is the major pedestrian shopping street, though it did get livelier a few blocks further up

Dry, dusty streets – and this is the major pedestrian shopping street, though it did get livelier a few blocks further up

Today it still has some of the feel of an old mining town – the streets and buildings have very much of an Old West style to them. But the city is also reinventing itself as a beach destination, too. Our hotel was right on the coast, though in a decidedly rocky area rather than on the sandy beach. There are huge waves (or at least there were huge waves when we were there) and it seems to have particular appeal to surfers. The city is very near some of the driest places on earth and it definitely has feels like it’s on the edge of a desert with huge cactuses and massive dry hills just in back of the city. Interestingly, the city has been subjected to two huge earthquakes in the last 10 years – one measuring 7.9 on the Richter scale in 2005 and another at 8.2 in 2014 – but we didn’t see any evidence of damage.

All in all it was a charming place to spend two days before heading into the desert and back up into the highlands.

For some strange reason we didn't get any good pictures of the beach itself, but this is a good shot of how beautiful the water itself is

For some strange reason we didn’t get any good pictures of the beach itself, but this is a good shot of how beautiful the water itself is

The bus out of Iquique was something of an adventure. Mark had done his research online and knew what company to go to, what time the bus left, and how long it would take. Except when we went to the bus company’s office, the schedule was measurably different. And they said it would take six or seven hours, not the three or four the schedule indicated online. OK, fine, we don’t have much choice. So we go to the bus depot the morning of our departure and can’t figure out at all what bus to get on. We ask a guy working there, show him our tickets, and he kind of shrugs and tells us to ask inside. They tell us that in fact to get to Calama we have to take a bus to another city, Tocopilla, and transfer to a second bus that will eventually get us to Calama. What? That’s not what the schedule online indicates and no one told us that when we bought the tickets!

All very frustrating. We had assigned seats, but those seats didn’t exist on the bus out of Iquique (we later discovered they were the seats on the bus from Tocopilla to Calama). We continue to be amazed at how some places can make buses work wonderfully and other places just don’t seem to have it figured out. For what it’s worth, the actual trip, once we got on a bus and started moving, was beautiful. A couple hours down the coast through remarkable scenery, then inland and up back into the highlands. No loud music and no blaring movies. There was the weird stop for customs, where everyone had to get off the bus and put their luggage through an X-ray machine … when we were many, many hours from any border … but that’s why you try to stay flexible because weird things happen.

Next stop San Pedro de Atacama, then up towards the worlds biggest salt flats.

There was some good food in Iquique. This is a tricolor tiridito, fish "cooked" in citric acid, with the strange lighting provided by a bamboo roof above. You'll note the sweet potatoes on the side; they've been heavenly in this part of the world.

There was some good food in Iquique. This is a tricolor tiridito, fish “cooked” in citric acid, with the strange lighting provided by a bamboo roof above. You’ll note the sweet potatoes on the side; they’ve been heavenly in this part of the world.

City Hall flying the Chilean flag, with the big, dry hills looming in back

City Hall flying the Chilean flag, with the big, dry hills looming in back

Yours truly, enjoying lunch in Iquique

Yours truly, enjoying lunch in Iquique