After a headache interrupted sleep at San Antonio de las Cobres, and with the last night’s llama steak repeating on me, I headed off early to cross to San Pedro de Atacama in Chile.
Not being acclimatized, and suffering mildly from a night at 3800m, I chose the unsealed, shorter route across to Chile. Twenty kilometers later, however, I was at 4500m but soon descended back under 4000 for the next few hours of scenery. As the day wore on, the wet season from the north built up and it was actually raining and sleeting after my crossing into Chile.
Fertile oases dotted the dry desolate landscape, with a few hardy farmers keeping their flock on the green pastures.
Finally, it was the quaint mud building houses of San Pedro, completely overrun with tourists.
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