Copiapo

Just arrived in a new spot, Copiapo, which lies in the middle of the mountains. It is nice to be able to see them so clearly, none of the smog that plagues the view in Santiago. I found a really cool hostel, my other room was really small and felt like a cell, this one is much more plesant. Not that I really am spending much time in the room, but its nice to come back to something comfortable.

Last night I drank pisco sour (or a version there of, made by a Belgian girl, not a Chilean) and ate BBQ with an international crowd. France, Italy, Belgium, Germany, Spain, England, Chile, and the US, all represented for a night of stories, drinking, and fun. It made it alot easier to sleep on the bus today.

One guy, the Italian, was riding his bike through Chile, he looked completely defeated. I felt bad for him, the terrain could really hurt you out here. The hills are high, the distances between towns long, and the sun so, so hot. He has had his share and is heading back to Italy on Wednesday. So it goes...