The town of Chañaral not much for her off the ocean and flanked by the Pan American at the foot of desert hills, its houses and its center without soul are not invitations to stay there. Moreover, the typical climate of this part of Chile at the time winter is special: it's big blue on the entire interior of the country and low clouds and gray s'agglutinnent along the coast. We need a sacred entity and a healthy dose of motivation to enjoy this place. The only comparison I had was Berre l'Etang, but it is a bit exaggerated. Connoisseurs will appreciate ...
But what the hell are we doing here? Two things. First, fleeing tourists and the false atmosphere that prevailed in San Pedro de Atacama. In short, meet the real Chile and the Chilean real. It's done: they speak very quickly and it does nothing! English was as if a new language! Frustrating ...
Then we want to see the ocean. Simply. A few miles Chañaral is a natural: Pan de Azucar. It's a great opportunity to walk through the desert and the Pacific. We hear of many animals. We saw only two foxes not shy. For those who follow, they are called "Zorros" in English.
More than anything is the quiet atmosphere of the landscape that soothes us. We are only around these large spaces because the beginning of winter was all tourists fleeing. The rolls of the ocean roar as they fell violently on the sandy beaches toisées a lowering sky. Behind us, the inhospitable desert warms our backs and makes yellow and blue buttons to this perfect setting for a solitary surfer. But there's really no one except a few seagulls planting their beaks into the wet sand looking for shells.
We take a big breath of fresh air. It is finally here ... well
where the desert plunges directly into the Pacific Ocean.
A little fox just begging a few crumbs from our picnic.
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