The end of Atacama desert has come, I am skirting high into the Andes. From grains to green, from warmth to crisp, from heartache to anew.
Falling in love is not restricted to a person. I flirt hard with Atacama, where ocean and desert fuses.
When the shiny luxury bus transported me to Lima I passed through the Atacama desert and the only thing I knew was: GO BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK! […]
Atacama desert First and foremost: cycling slow means having to carry more supplies as the distance from town to town is taking you longer. Being more heavy is even more […]
Very Short Update I have battled the head wind of the Atacama desert in Chile. I lost count of the kilometers, all I know is that it was the longest […]