Day 123 - Santiago No ...was the answer to my request. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what the four of us had done the previous evening to warrant the hotel manager's curt response but it could be any one of a number of things. This is not the way people behave. His English was impressive. I had been sent down to the lobby to ask humbly if we could stay another night. I was beginning to get the impression we could not. The seeds of this behavioural nadir he was alluding to were sown several days earlier. Having come to the end of our Bolivian tour we found that Darren, Dee, Teresa and Sofia were also heading down into Chile. Our collective first stop was San Pedro de Atacama, a little tourist town on the edge of the world's driest desert. After washing the dirt of the road from ourselves myself and Michael decided a spot of lunch was in order. Having located a pleasant venue on the main plaza we were joined before long by, as chance would have it, a couple of Irish and a p...
The horizon leans forward...