Monday, April 27, 2020

Dead man walking - Tomahawk in the Atacama desert


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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