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Ilha Grande, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

The beach island!

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We took the ferry to Ilha Grande where after an hour and a half of navigating through the most picturesque islands and scenery, we docked on the main beach front to the port town of Abraão. Abraão is the only town on the island consisting of about 10 relatively short streets, all purposely built for tourists. There are no cars allowed on the island, which adds to the atmosphere of the bustling cobbled streets.

By night, the beach was tastefully lit up by the bars, which had stretched out towards the water's edge, using a variety of coloured lightbulbs. The whole beach front looked amazing and incredibly inviting. After stopping for dinner on the beach, we went for a walk in the water along the length of the beach, with the waves gently breaking at our ferry.

The following day, we set of at 8.45 to do one of the trails around the island, which was supposed to take an hour and a half, which would leave us plenty of time to catch the last boat to the beaches at 11.30. Our route took us past the former prison of San Lorenzo from the time when the island had been used as a penal colony. The majority of the prison had been demolished when it ceased to be a prison in the 1960s. There was still one dark and dingey cell block left, hidden by the trees looking out onto an empty sandy beach.

Our next stop was the aqueduct in the middle of the woods, next to a natural pool fed by a stream. The whole way round, we were led by a stray dog we'd picked up on leaving town. He was very sweet and acted like a little tour guide showing us the way.

Afterwards, we headed back into town and took a boat to another part of the island called Pousa, before walking 10 minutes over the hill to the famous white sand beach of Lopes Mendes with its crystal clear waters. It was like paradise with palm trees lining the beach edge and small islands in the sea along the horizon, adding to the beauty of the cove. With only a few boats going here each day and the walk time from the main town stated at 2½-3 hours, the beach was pretty empty with a clear view out to sea. Unfortunately it was quite windy on this side of the island and so after an hour or so, we walked back to the more sheltered cove of Pousa and spent the remainder of the time on the golden sand beach there.

We decided to go for a walk shortly before the boat back, and in the end decided it would be a nice walk back. After about 20 minutes we arrived at another beach with a rope attached to a tree, making it a great swinging rope. We spent about 15 minutes here before doing the hour and ten minute walk up and back down over the top of the island to Abraão, where we stopped for a beer at one of the beach bars. Clearly Chris and I are better hikers than we thought as it took half the recommended time to do this trail.

We both felt like we were on holiday here and if we didn't have all the Thai beaches to look forward to, would definitely have spent another day here.

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Paraty, Brazil

Finally hit the beach in this colonial town.

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Our 120 mile bus journey from São Paulo did not take six hours, but seven. To be fair, it was mountain roads and foggy but it still dragged.

After our last accommodation, this next one felt like a five star hotel with its shower cubicle that didn't contain a sink and toilet and best of all, a mattress which not only gave a little when you sat on it but better still was not made of plastic. There was also a lovely garden, which as the only guests there only needed to be shared with 2 friendly cats.

Paraty is a colonial town on the coast of Brazil with a small pier, mainly for tourist boats with the mountain forests as its backdrop.

The following day was forecast to be stormy before lunch and again in the evening so instead of taking a boat trip around the islands, we planned to hire bikes and head to some waterfalls inland and afterwards try the beaches. We tried one bike shop; however he wanted to keep the passports as security in his not so secure bike shop come workshop. Having lost them once, we were not prepared to risk this, particularly as the man was incredibly rude and treating us as if we were stupid for not understanding Portuguese, even though I understood him perfectly, just struggled immensely to respond in coherent Portuguese. We suggested leaving a cash deposit, so he asked for 1000 real (£300). That's the first time we've ever had to leave any kind of deposit!

With bikes out of the question, we decided to do a boat tour around the islands, which was definitely the right choice in the end. The water was lovely, the boat was so relaxing and the beaches were very pretty and inaccessible by land. At one beach, there was some black sand, which Chris decided to throw at me. Within minutes, the pair of us were covered head to toe from a watery black sand fight.

In the evening, we wandered around the cobbled streets looking at the whitewashed colonial buildings with their brightly painted door and window frames.

Tomorrow's bus is 2½ hours to do 30 miles to Agra, the port to catch the boat to Ilha Grande. Excellent fun.....

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São Paulo

Our Palista adventures according to Chris

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Hi, it's Chris. So far I've only been proofreader and Zoë's been writing the blog but I thought I'd give this one a go so here goes...

We arrived in São Paulo after a 16 hour overnight bus ride from Iguassu Falls. Fortunately we'd paid for 'cama' seats which are extra wide and a hell of a lot more comfortable than the cheaper 'semi-cama' seats which are just normal bus seats which recline a bit more than normal seats and have a leg rest.

We'd struggled to find a hotel for our budget in São Paulo and ended up booking one with questionable reviews. When we got off of the metro we realised we probably weren't in the most prestigious part of town, what with having to step over a sleeping tramp every 5 meters or so. We eventually found our hotel and it quickly became apparent that the reviews we'd read were spot on. Firstly, the lift had to be reset a couple of times before it would work. When we got to the room, our very dated accommodation had a bed which had a big control panel which at one time would have controlled everything in the room but now just turned the light on and off. We then made the mistake of sitting on the bed which had no give whatsoever. We've had some uncomfortable beds before but here we may just as well have slept on the floor. We tried to ask reception if there was anything they could do the next morning but the language barrier was a problem and they ended up just making the bed and providing clean towels. Oh well.

After a run of bad luck with public holidays and Sundays it was good to finally get to a city that was open and alive. Brazilians are a lively and friendly bunch, especially in contrast to Peruvians and Bolivians who tend to be fairly reserved. As this is the first country where Zoë can't speak the language, whenever someone tries to speak to us it is usually meet with blank stares from us although when they realise we 'not from round here' they will regularly welcome you to their city.

Like many big South American cities, São Paulo appears fairly ugly at first but it doesn't take long to start finding many nice old buildings and interesting parks. It also looks very cool at night when all the high-rises start to light up and the streams of car lights make the city seem ever more vibrant.

We spent most of our time in São Paulo just wondering round and exploring the different neighbourhoods. The most upmarket of which is Jardins which is supposedly modeled on British garden cities but any similarities to Letchworth or Welwyn were lost on us. Unless they at one point were filled with huge luxury apartment blocks...

The city is split into two distinct sections, 'Centro' which is the old town and contains most of the shopping, financial businesses and tracks, and Avenida Paulista which is the new town and has a number of shopping centres and offices.

Most shops and businesses close on a Sunday in Brazil but the main market is open so we made that our first stop. Aside from the typical fish and meat stalls, there are stalls selling exotic fruits and the vendors cut small samples for you to try. Some were slightly odd but some were quite tasty. We decided to buy our favourite but when it came out at over £10 for just one we politely declined. We then went to a small food fair we'd read about on the internet. Although there was a fairly long queue, the blokes selling cheap beer to the people waiting made it bearable. Once inside we tried 4 or 5 different foods, all of which were absolutely delicious. We left stuffed and liking São Paulo more and more.

I was being frequently pestered by Zoë to have my hair cut cut, being told it was 'feral' and an embarrassment. I'd been putting off having it cut until we got to a more civilised country and couldn't really put it off any longer so spent quite a while looking out for a suitable establishment. I finally came across a barbers which was a lot like the one I use at home which comforted me slightly. So with Zoë standing next to me with the phrasebook open at the hairdressing section the barber set to work. The result was perfectly reasonable, although it should be as I'm pretty sure we paid about three times the going rate. Interestingly it is perfectly acceptable to flick through a porn magazine whilst having your hair cut in Brazil. Maybe it has something to do with the robe providing some discretion. Needless to say it wasn't a local custom I partook in!

On our last night in the city we decided to go to a rooftop bar we'd read about. We had to take two lifts, both with attendants, and were then directed up some stairs by a maître'd. As we climbed the stairs we could hear a piano being played and became nervous that this may be outside of our backpacker budget. A quick peak into the bar and seeing the tuxedoed waiters confirmed this. We had a quick peak at the view through the window and without making eye contact with the maître'd or the lift attendants made a hasty exit and bought a can of Coke from the shop next door.

One final note, we saw a small scuffle in a metro station and saw a guy 'leg-it'. It was clear he had tried to take someone's bag. After having to deal with the useless Chilean police we were amazed to see the police give chase and despite the packed station they caught the f****r! So we won't tar all of South America's police with the same brush.

We're now off to Paraty which is a small coastal town between São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro on a bus which supposedly takes 6 hours to travel 120 miles. We're intrigued and a little nervous to know what takes so long! At least our backs should be able to start recovering in a more comfortable bed.

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Iguassu Falls, Brazil and Argentina and the Itaipu Dam

What a dam good river!

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Tuesday 24th September - let the border hopping commence: Paraguay - Brazil

We left for the Brazilian side of Iguassu Falls from Ciudad del Este in Paraguay first thing in morning. The journey is only about 20-30km, yet took us the best part of 2 hours. The first bus for some reason left empty and would not take us. The second bus took us to within a kilometre of the border before we were kicked off and made to walk to the bus at the front of the queue, which was about 15 buses up. We explained to the driver we needed to stop at the border to show our passports as the locals do not need to go through immigration.

We then sat at the side of the road for 15 minutes for some unknown reason before changing bus driver. Maybe the new bus driver was late? We forgot we would need to tell the new bus driver we needed to stop and so went soaring past immigration. We got off the bus and walked the hundred metres or so back to immigration to be stamped out of Paraguay. Before alighting, we had been given a transfer ticket for the bus so that in theory we could board the next bus on the same ticket.

The next bus pulled up from the same company, yet would not accept our tickets, saying we had to pay. We decided that seeing as we still had to get off the bus at the Brazilian immigration after we had crossed the river, we would walk the 500m bridge of no man's land to cross the border and catch a bus in Brazil. We cleared the Brazilian immigration and flagged down a bus. It turned out this bus was a Brazilian company as opposed to the Paraguayan company we had started with; however they were more than happy to accept the tickets.

We were not looking forward to having to do it all again the following day when we crossed into Argentina.

Itaipu Dam

In the afternoon we visited the Itaipu dam, which is situated on the Paraná river and forms the border between Paraguay and Brazil. This dam generates 75% of all Paraguay's electricity and still leaves 90% of the supply for Brazil. Itaipu is a binational company and you could tell our guide loved this with endless binational jokes. The tour begins with a 30 minute brainwashing video about how amazing the Itaipu dam is, forgetting to mention any negative consequences which have come from its construction. Afterwards you're driven around the site and it is explained how they use the water to generate electricity. The dam is 200m high. It is unbelievably big. All the equipment they use to generate the hydroelectric power is completely oversized. The turbine hall is a kilometer long and each turbine has a diameter of about 25m. It was really fascinating to see something so different. For this tour, you have to wear a hard hat. For part of it, you are within the working dam; part of the tour takes you through the offices, where you still have to wear the hard hat, to the amusement of the workers.

After the dam tour, we found an all-you-can-eat churrascaria for £8. These are found all over Brazil and for your £8 you get a pretty decent self serve buffet of rices, pastas, salads and a couple of mains. This is not why you go though; the staff continually come round with various different meats on skewers and cut you a piece off. We must have had about 10 pieces of meat. And it was decent meat as well. I think we could be visiting a few over these over the next couple of weeks.

Wednesday 25th September - Iguassu Falls, Brazil and border hop number two: Brazil - Argentina

We got up early to go to Iguassu Falls in the hope that we would beat the crowds. Although it was busy at the entry gate and on the bus which takes you around the national park, the bus nearly emptied as people decided to do the visitor centre first. This meant that at the Falls, there were only about 15 of us. The waterfalls were magnificent and well deserved of their title of one of the 7 wonders of the world. That are high, loud and powerful along some distance. They were beautiful. The speed at which the water travels was unbelievable. I am so glad we have seen the Falls as these are definitely something anyone who gets the chance should go to see.

Next door to the national park is a bird park which we decided to visit, not really expecting much. We ended up spending over 2 hours there and have never seen such a vast range of birds. There were a few walk through aviaries, including one with some very impressive toucans. Their beaks look so fake and stuck on the front. They posed very nicely for photos.

Afterwards, we collected our rucksacks from the hostel and crossed the border into Argentina, which was fortunately a lot more civilised than attempting to cross over from Paraguay with only one easy bus change. And back to understanding when you're being spoken to and what is written down. For Chris though, it's all in 'foreign' but at least he's 'got his translator back', which coincidentally was the first reason he listed for not wanting to travel alone. Nice to be valued by your husband.

Thursday 26th September - Iguassu Falls - Argentina and third and final border hop: Argentina - Brazil Enjoying the fact we got our passports back and can therefore re-enter a country.

Once again we got up early to beat the crowds; however this time that was not possible. The Argentinian side of the Falls is reportedly the better side from which to view them and is a lot more accessible with the majority of the route being completely flat. We personally preferred the Brazilian side as you can see the Falls as a whole and get an idea of the magnitude. With the Argentinian side, you are right on top of them and so you can only really see that section of the waterfall. The wildlife is probably better on the Argentinian side with more colourful and exotic birds, as well as a few different smaller breeds of toucan.

We also went on a speed boat ride up to the waterfalls and under 3 of them. It was worth seeing the Falls from water level and looking up at them.

That evening, we made our final trip over the border back to Brazil and went out for dinner. Over dinner, we began to notice the number of very attractive and natural women, to which Chris commented that we were going to need to tie his mouth shut. I didn't get this at first so questioned him. His response was so they can't tell I'm gawping at them and demonstrated his open-mouthed, transfixed expression. Hmm....

Itaipu Dam brainwash part two

Included in the price of our dam tour, were 'free' tickets to their eco-museum which showed more reasons why the Itaipu dam was so brilliant. It was a strange museum with a few unrelated themes, and only English or Spanish translations in the first couple of sections meaning we were really not too sure what was going on in most of the museum or what relevance it had to the construction of the dam. I mean one section was a dirty cartoon comic strip competition.

After a late lunch/early dinner, we caught the 16 hour night bus to Sao Paulo, where the temperature is in the 30s. I can't wait!

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Asunción, Paraguay

Pit stop en route to Brazil

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Asunción is the capital city of Paraguay, a lesser visited country by travellers as Paraguay has yet to really catch on to the idea that tourists equal money. We are a bit behind on our travels, and so only spent 24 hours in Asunción as it was the cheapest place to fly to near Iguassu Falls.

We arrived on a Sunday and so everything was shut apart from the shopping mall. We neededa new camera, and as this mall was the best in Paraguay, we were optimistic; however this mall was tiny and only seemed to sell clothes. There were no electrical shops. Instead we spent the afternoon hiding from the rain in a nice cosy café.

In the evening, we headed to the Lomo Jerimino district, which on a Sunday evening has various stalls set up for tourists. We walked along some deadly quiet streets until we reached this little neighbourhood which was lit up and decorated with plenty going on. We had some yerba mate tea, which is traditionally drunk in Paraguay. I found it far too sweet but Chris quite liked it.

The following day we ventured into town. We visited the local market, but no one tried to sell us anything, despite it looking like most the stallholders were selling the usual tourist tat. We found an electronics arcade and managed to buy the camera we wanted for quite a bit less than it had been advertised in Chile.

We wandered around town a little more, visiting various plazas before catching the 6 hour bus to Ciudad del Este, the border town to Iguassu falls.

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A quick trip to Santiago

The quickest way out of Calama, Chile

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Following our 2 bag snatches in Calama, we were unsure as to where to go next, having missed the bus to Santiago in order to report the second theft to the police. That and the bus tickets were in the bag and Chile is the first country to which we have been where you didn't need to supply your name and passport number to catch a bus anywhere. (Therefore meaning the bus company had no record of our purchase our to whom they had sold the tickets.)

Once we had managed to persuade the police to do a report, (goodness only knows why they are always so reluctant,) we had to work out where to go next. We tried to get to Salta, Argentina, as was our original plan, but there were no buses until Friday at the earliest and staying another 5 days in Calama was not an option. The best we could do was Santiago on the Tuesday and then fly across South America to Iguassu Falls.

Monday was spent buying a replacement tablet so we didn't have to visit internet cafés, and researching cameras. We also discovered that £250 had been stolen from Chris' account and so Tuesday morning was filled with once again desperately trying to get the police to file a report. Finally, report in hand, passports around my waist, we caught the 22 hour bus to Santiago, arriving Wednesday at about 11am.

Wednesday and Thursday were bank holidays and so everything was shut. On Wednesday, once we dropped off our bags and showered at the apartment, we headed out to wander the empty streets. I have never seen such a quiet and dead capital city. On Thursday, we visited the zoo, containing a variety of animals, all in cages far too small for your average pet dog let alone a big cat.

After the zoo, we took the funicular railway up to the top of the hill overlooking Santiago, which offered you a better view of the tower blocks.

On Friday, more shops were open and so we decided to go camera shopping. We researched a few options, tried to buy several models, but it appears Chile has no stock. Eventually we managed to get a new compact camera and will try to get a proper camera in Brazil.

Saturday it was incredibly wet and still not much was open. It seems we will have to leave Santiago knowing it as an almost ghost town.

We caught our flight to Asunción at 7.30pm, with a lovely 9 connection in Sao Paulo. At least we save on accommodation right? We were very pleased to get our exit stamps as it had been suggested by the embassy that someone may have misused our passports rendering them useless.

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Off to Chile? Leave your valuables at home.

How the low-life live: off of your stuff like Chilean parasites.

Midnight, Thursday 12th September

Having almost missed the night bus from Iquique to Calama, we kind of wish we had.....

3am we had our first encounter with the police when everyone is kicked off the bus for their bags to be scanned at a random police checkpoint in the middle of nowhere. 30 minutes later we're back on the bus and arrive in Calama at 5.30am. Unfortunately this bus company did not allow us to stay asleep on the bus and so we were turfed out into the freezing cold bus station to wait for our bus to Salta, Argentina at 8am.

At about 7.30am, I thought someone tried to nick my bag by pulling it under the seat, and so I moved it in front of me. We were watching them, when next thing you know, some guy decides to leave his seat from the row in front and go the long way out by pushing past us and treading on Chris. Next thing we know, my bag containing our passports and various valuables such as camera and kindle and a couple of hundred dollars has gone. I couldn't believe I hadn't been wearing the passports as I had been every other day of our trip.

After spending the morning at the police station, we contacted the British embassy who told us we could get a temporary passport, although this would only allow us to visit 5 more countries and we've got about 10 left on our list. You also cannot re-enter a country, which made our route more difficult. It also looked as though we would need to change our flight to Asia to allow us a week in the UK to get new passports. To say we were angry is an understatement. It had made a complete mess of our trip.

We ended up staying in our worst hostel yet which was so depressing, with thread bare sheets, chewing gum on the walls and the dirtiest shared bathrooms. The following night, we managed to book a 5 star hotel for £35 and spent the afternoon at the pool.

Sunday 15th September

We had tickets booked for the bus to Santiago to go to the embassy at 3.30pm. After checking out of our hotel at midday, we decided we would try the police station to see if the bag or anything had been dumped. The first police station just said no. The second police station also told us that nothing had been handed in; however they told us there was a third police station just up the road and to try there.

We went in and saw two red passports. As they got them out, we saw they were new British ones. Unbelievably, they were ours! We were so ecstatic, we headed to the internet café to let our family know we had found them.....

And then somehow, some other Chilean scumbag managed to nick our other rucksack and ruin our great mood. He'd used some foreign currency to distract Chris, who went to take it up to the desk and one of the men ran off with the bag. We actually couldn't believe it. We'd been so careful, attaching our bags to anything we could but were obviously caught off our guard in our good mood from getting the passports back.

We headed back to the police station to file another report, which the police were very reluctant to do?

And so we missed the bus and ended up staying in this thriving hole of a town for another 2 days until we could catch the next bus.

By the end of Sunday, we were still very pleased to get our passports back but disbelieving that we had no valuables left. To top it off, they withdrew £250 cash on a credit card that had not been used for 18 months and the credit card company didn't know we were in Chile/South America. It flagged up their fraud thing, yet not enough for them to block the transaction. Brilliant, what's the point in flagging it up?

But we have our passports and will be leaving Chile for Paraguay on Saturday and man I cannot wait.....

At least we have no valuables left for them to steal, just a note in my bag (in Spanish) saying 'haha scumbags, this bag was for you and has nothing of any value. Enjoy!' (Just some snacks and drinks!)

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Chile - yet it's the warmest place we've been?

Our five day mini-break to northern Chile

After our Uyuni salt flats tour, we took a transfer to San Pedro de Atacama, Chile,

San Pedro de Atacama
Sunday 8th September

San Pedro de Atacama is a small town in the dessert. It is hot and dusty. Our hostel had a really lovely patio area with hammocks. The town is set amongst the dirt roads, with discreet wooden signs for all the shops and banks. In the main square, there is a church, which from the outside looks a little neglected, but inside has the usual ornate display of the virgin Mary and Jesus. This church is different to the others we have seen as its roof is exposed, showing that it has been made using cactus. Dried cactus wood without the pins makes for an alternate long grain pattern on the wood.

Calama
Monday 9th September

Calama sits 100km towards the coast from San Pedro de Atacama and is a reasonable sized town with a proper shopping high street. This is the closest we have been to what we would consider a normal shopping town in the last month. Even Chris didn't seem to mind browsing the shops for some chinos. He was even more impressed when his chinos turned out to be a quarter of the advertised price, costing approximately £4.

After lunch, we went on a free tour of the copper mine Chiquimata, which is about 30 minutes from Calama. The tour takes you around the ghost town of Chiquimata, deserted by the last miner family in February 2008. This ghost town feels very strange as everything is still in a reasonable condition, and you completely expect the streets to be full of people.

The mine itself is an absolutely huge terraced pit in the ground. The majority of this tour is viewed from the comfort and safety of the bus; however you still have to wear a hi-vis jacket and a hard hat. Part way down the terraces, there are a couple of viewpoints where you can have a better look at what's going on. You can see these gigantic trucks, capable of carrying up to 400 tons swamping the standard sized cars they pass and making our 50 seater coach look like a toy.

After the mine tour, we still had a good 6 hours to kill before our bus at midnight to Iquique, and so went to the cinema and got some dinner, which took us nicely to the departure time of the bus.

Iquique
Tuesday 10th September

The bus arrived into Iquique at 5am; however we were allowed to stay asleep on the buys until half 7, which was brilliant as nothing was open at 5, it was freezing cold, and dark until 7.

We dropped off our bags at the hostel, had a shower and headed out. The centre of Iquique has a western feel to it with most of the properties having a decked veranda with railing made out of wood and a matching balcony across whole front section of their wooden house. It is a costal town with good sea for surfers and sandy beaches which I'm sure get pretty busy during the summer months.

We had hoped to hire a car, but they turned our to be a lot more expensive than we had expected, with one company not understanding why we needed to know the excess in case of an accident. They then went on to suggest we hired the car with a driver for 50,000 pesos, however we still had to pay fuel, making it another 40 odd on top. In the end, we found a taxi driver who was more than happy to do it go 50,000 all in.

That afternoon, we visited the replica of the Esmeralda boat, which is moored at the port. This boat is set up as it was the day it sank in May 1830. We were given a guided tour, explaining what life was like on the boat. the boat seemed bright and airy; however I'm sure once you stuck 200 men on it for a few months it was anything but. We enjoyed this exhibition as it's not your usual run of the mill museum, and clearly showed the lives of the crew members on board, depending on their rank.

Wednesday 11th September

The next day, our taxi arrived and he loved being a tour guide, pointing out various sights along the way. Whenever we stopped, he enjoyed telling the locals he was tour guiding. We had decided to do the same tour offered by most the agencies but in reverse so as to miss the crowds. It made a nice change for it to be just the two of us on the excursion.

Pica

Our first stop was Pica, a small town with some thermal baths which they had carved into the rocks. These were not the warmest of waters, but still considerably warmer than your average pool. There were 2 caves at one end which created natural stream rooms. Through the floor in a couple of places, you could feel the water coming up from the ground.

Afterwards, we had one if their infamous natural fruit juices before heading to Matilla.

Matilla

Matilla is a small village with a strange museum which is basically someone's front room full of old fashioned furniture. there is also a church containing a display of Jesus and his disciples having their last meal, during which, Jesus looks incredibly stoned.

La Tirana

La Tirana is another small village with a main square and a church but with a difference. The outside of this church is made entirely of corrugated metal. The bottom half resembles a painted pig sty, whereas the top had all the usual features of a church with its clock and bell towers. Having been won over by the metal exterior of the church, we were expecting the usual within. How wrong were we! The interior of the church was all a deep midnight blue with hundreds of gold stars stuck on the ceiling. The edges of the room were painted gold and there were artistic paintings on most of the walls. I don't think I have ever seen such a colourful church.

Humberstone

The highlight of this tour is the ghost town of Humberstone, abandoned in 1960 when they finished mining the nitrate. This town had previously been almost left to ruin and although it has been a tourist attraction for some time, it was not particularly well maintained. Since 2005, it has been a UNESCO world heritage site and with the funding from that, they have been able to restore a lot of the town to how it once was.

Humberstone is fascinating and take hours to walk around. As you come into the town, there is a row of terrace houses which has each been turned into a miniature museum showing things like the toys the with which the children would play, the tools they used to use and one was set up as an example of a typical home.

Another thing which made Humberstone more pleasurable to visit was the fact that there were no museum guides watching your every move. Unfortunately this was clearly too much freedom for some people as the place was sadly covered in people's names carved into the wood.

You can wander around the former industrial warehouses which house some absolutely massive machinery. Back in the main town, there are a few more houses representing the workers' lives depending on how high up they were within the mining hierarchy. In the middle of all the houses was the main square, off of which were the various town amenities, including a large and recently restored theatre, school with about 10 large classrooms, complete with desks, shops, market, hotel and swimming pool, not forgetting the free hospital, which had been state of the art in its day. I had hoped there would still be a ward set up within the hospital but sadly it was just empty rooms.

There was also a rather strange museum exhibiting examples of doors and windows from Humberstone, even though you had seen plenty of examples throughout the town. This room was very long and contained hundreds of doors and windows.

Just before you leave the town, there is one final building which has been lovingly restored and inside is set up to be a home and also show before and after pictures of the work that has been done on various properties but mainly this one, which had only been completed a year ago.

Santa Laura

Final stop for the day with our taxi chauffeur was another former mining town Santa Laura, which is across the road from Humberstone.

This town was a lot smaller with only approximately 500 inhabitants. The main feature of this town is its impressive industrial machine which sits in the middle with a tall chimney behind it. This picture is iconic to the local area.

Iquique
Thursday 12th September

We hired bikes today and went for a cycle along the coast, stopping for lunch on the beach. As mentioned previously, Iquique is good for surfing and has nice sand beaches. We spent the afternoon reading on the beach and I went for a paddle in the sea. There were a few crazy people who were actually swimming in the sea, despite it not being a particularly warm day and the sea being freezing to the point where it made you numb.

At 11 pm, we caught the night bus to Calama, ready to catch the 12 hour bus to Salta, Argentina the following morning.....or so we thought...

To be continued.... (When I get round to writing the next blog!)

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