On arrival at our desert wild camp Layne took a go searching and pronounced “one night time solely right here, I feel. It’s not engaging.” And I’ll say the place is a little bit trashed in a Peruvian type of means.
I stored quiet and waited. Sunday morning I received up and made myself some tea and skim the papers. Rusty snored in his mattress, Layne did the identical. Ten o’clock got here and went as did a second cup of tea and the solar was excessive within the sky bringing some heat to the chilly winter desert air. They slept.
The day went like that although Rusty did need a stroll ultimately and Layne spent the afternoon cooking and placing up some artwork she’d purchased. We had determined to not depart; the wild camp had come up in Layne’s estimation and that will have one thing to do with sleeping in until eleven.
The campsite as listed on the iOverlander app was out of sight of the PanAmerican Freeway up the grime highway into the canyon however we most well-liked the shrubbery close to the stream and this the highway.
We may hear the visitors however GANNET2 is nicely insulated so contained in the van the noise doesn’t hassle us and at night time visitors drops off to nearly nothing.
Rusty preferred the spot making the purpose by hanging out into the night time and refusing to return in.
After we exercised I dragged out my kindle and settled into learn my novel. It’s escape time for me and I’m studying a narrative by Thomas Keneally about life in Stonewall Jackson’s accomplice unit. It appears nicely researched and properly imagined and a vivid recreation of a time that’s too typically romanticized.
It’s nothing to do with South America so it’s a pleasant escape.
We had avocado toast for lunch and German sausage and onions for dinner. It received darkish simply earlier than seven and with night time got here chilly desert air.
Life on the highway. Up subsequent: the port city of Iquique and issues to get performed.
