Gemma with me in the palm of her hand (physically and metaphorically)
Arrived in San Pedro de Atacama early yesterday morning following a fairly awful 18-hour bus ride.
It really feels like we are in the middle of nowhere - miles and miles, hours upon hours of desertwith the odd small town / meterological observatory (there seem to be a lot of them) along the way. Last night I have never seen the stars so clearly.
Within hours of arriving we took a minibus from nowhere to somewhere slightly further out from nowhere to swim (or rather float) in a salt lake, lark around in a slightly less salty lake, and drink pisco sours next to a salt flat.
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