We woke up in a freezing adobe shack and I was still unable to eat, but at least I didn't feel like death warmed over. This would be our third day running around the desert. I think I said something before like "good thing about a trip like this is that you just keep heading south". Well... that only applies up until you run out of gas stations. Armed with 2 liters of extra gas in coke bottles, we set out with just enough to make it to Chilean border. We could not afford to make one wrong turn. We had a total of 5 maps, none of which seemed to agree with each other and the GPS stopped showing roads some time back. In the end, it was another remarkable day. We might as well have been on a different planet, never have I seen anything like this before. Mile after mile of no plant life, no animals, no people. The roads, which were really just old tire tracks at this point, turned into deep sand for long stretches. We made it to the border crossing with the bikes running on fumes. As you can see from the last photo, no one was crossing here. There is the road less traveled and the road not traveled, I'm fairly certain this was the latter.
We woke up in a freezing adobe shack and I was still unable to eat, but at least I didn't feel like death warmed over. This would be our third day running around the desert. I think I said something before like "good thing about a trip like this is that you just keep heading south". Well... that only applies up until you run out of gas stations. Armed with 2 liters of extra gas in coke bottles, we set out with just enough to make it to Chilean border. We could not afford to make one wrong turn. We had a total of 5 maps, none of which seemed to agree with each other and the GPS stopped showing roads some time back. In the end, it was another remarkable day. We might as well have been on a different planet, never have I seen anything like this before. Mile after mile of no plant life, no animals, no people. The roads, which were really just old tire tracks at this point, turned into deep sand for long stretches. We made it to the border crossing with the bikes running on fumes. As you can see from the last photo, no one was crossing here. There is the road less traveled and the road not traveled, I'm fairly certain this was the latter. 
I hope you bought a hat from the ladies seated against the wall!
ReplyDeleteThe sign with tracks leading one way or the other... epic.
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