Entry #2 - I don't know what happened. Start from the other page.

People were laughing at us from the lift - 2 adult women tubing down a ski resort. And we were all like, "Concha tu madre! We get to trudge all the way up this giant fucking volcano and then take turns going down cuz we only have one tube between the two of us and then hitchike home all wet and cold! Haha suckers! "

Today was a good day.

We went back to Santiago and then to the Norte Grande, where lives the Atacama Desert. We rented a car (Emily learned to drive stick!), car camped, traversed salty landscapes, and generally experienced Burning Man, try as we might to get away from it.

An ominous foreshadowing.... (FYI this organization organized the protest from the week before.
Look em up: Londres 38)

Tres Marias. There was a fourth, but she wandered off to collect rocks and get a curse put on us.

This one's for you, Dad.

Tent for a new generation.

These people thought we were NUTS. But that's because they slept in a Swiss ice cream truck.

Water is 40% salt. Only for floating.

AHAHAHAHAHA

Super sabio Luis.