I took a long pull from my water jug, then stared down the highway in the direction I needed to go. I was looking for shade of any kind. A tree, rock, Bush,anything . The highway was a shimmering grey ribbon in the midday heat and sun. As luck would have it I spied with my eagle eye a billboard about a mile away.
I could hear the roaring surf of the Pacific ocean to my left as I shouldered my pack. Sticking another wad of coca leaves in my mouth I took another long pull on my water jug and began walking.
I am in the Atacama, the driest desert on earth.
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