Uyani, Day 3
In the morning we get up at about 5. We head out toward the Chilean border.
On the way we stop at volcano spring fed lake. An English woman named Rebbecca and I are the only ones brave enough to get in. After my freezing night of sleep I need to be heated up a bit. Several more tour groups arrive and many more get people get in the pools. A Swedish couple I talk to are disappointed that there is no cold water for them to jump in after wards.
The guides cook us a nice pancake breakfast. After breakfast we head to the geyser fields. The geyser fields are several hundred yards of geysers and boiling mud pits. These geysers are not like old faithful, they erupt constantly twenty or thirty feet into the air. Large pits of boiling mud throw mud far into the sky. Walking through the fields become difficult after a few minutes because of the heat and the intense smell of sulfur.
From the geysers we head again towards the border. We come to a rock formation called Dali´s Rocks. The formation is a group of strange boulders, perfectly spaced in a line across a sand dune. It really does look like the boulders were positioned for a painting.
In another hour we reach the border on the edge of anther giant volcano. At the border there is a small hut with an army official inside and a gate. The gate has no fence attached to it. It is just a gate in the middle of the desert. One could easily drive around it.
A bus meets us here and drives us down a very steep, winding road from the volcano. There are signs everywhere not to exceed 20 km down the hill. We pass the burned out skeletons of many eighteen wheelers in the canyons on either side. I assume the government leaves these here as a warning.
After another checkpoint we enter the Chilean desert town San Pedro. San Pedro is nice but there is very little to do. I have to kill eight hours here before I head to the coastal town of Arica.I sit on a bench in the Plaza De Armas, napping and reading.
Chilean buses are expensive, but they are far superior to those I have been in so far. The seats recline almost completely and become a full bed. After my last couple of nights this is paradise.
In the morning we get up at about 5. We head out toward the Chilean border.
On the way we stop at volcano spring fed lake. An English woman named Rebbecca and I are the only ones brave enough to get in. After my freezing night of sleep I need to be heated up a bit. Several more tour groups arrive and many more get people get in the pools. A Swedish couple I talk to are disappointed that there is no cold water for them to jump in after wards.
The guides cook us a nice pancake breakfast. After breakfast we head to the geyser fields. The geyser fields are several hundred yards of geysers and boiling mud pits. These geysers are not like old faithful, they erupt constantly twenty or thirty feet into the air. Large pits of boiling mud throw mud far into the sky. Walking through the fields become difficult after a few minutes because of the heat and the intense smell of sulfur.
From the geysers we head again towards the border. We come to a rock formation called Dali´s Rocks. The formation is a group of strange boulders, perfectly spaced in a line across a sand dune. It really does look like the boulders were positioned for a painting.
In another hour we reach the border on the edge of anther giant volcano. At the border there is a small hut with an army official inside and a gate. The gate has no fence attached to it. It is just a gate in the middle of the desert. One could easily drive around it.
A bus meets us here and drives us down a very steep, winding road from the volcano. There are signs everywhere not to exceed 20 km down the hill. We pass the burned out skeletons of many eighteen wheelers in the canyons on either side. I assume the government leaves these here as a warning.
After another checkpoint we enter the Chilean desert town San Pedro. San Pedro is nice but there is very little to do. I have to kill eight hours here before I head to the coastal town of Arica.I sit on a bench in the Plaza De Armas, napping and reading.
Chilean buses are expensive, but they are far superior to those I have been in so far. The seats recline almost completely and become a full bed. After my last couple of nights this is paradise.
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