Facing the Pacific, nothing new. We spend another day wandering near Chañaral. The calm of a Sunday-lost in the bottom of Chile has the air of resemblance to a weekend in Normandy. The beaches are not the best but they inspire. You can not swim but loves along nonchalantly. At the bend of a fishing port, we we stop to eat fish dishes fresh. Outside, majestic pelicans waiting for the next boat will bring one lucky fisherman. The sun warms the hearts and souls. Life flows smoothly. As a Sunday at the water's edge. I watch the waves break on the coast. Before me, the horizon calls me in his infinite emptiness: it is far from the next island!
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