Live. Travel. Play.

Chile

Northern Chile: Go Big or Go Home

Camilo took us to a site where monster mining trucks were parked for maintenance.
image-5582

Entering Chile was like entering the first world again. Gregor and I had just finished driving Bolivia’s Lagunas Route, where the roads were pure dirt and we had little contact with civilization for four days. Once we crossed into Chile, we found ourselves on a pristine highway with speed limit signs, tidy shoulders, SOS stations, and runaway lanes – all indicators of a safety-conscious society. At the Chilean Customs office, the uniformed officials took away our Bolivian fruits and vegetables – the protocol of a highly regulated agriculture industry. And when we were charged $30 CAD to โ€œcamp” in a hostel parking lot, well, there was no denying that we had entered a country of means. (more…)