Desert days are pretty similar no matter the continent. Cool, windless mornings. Make the most of the conditions on land & in the water. Sun heats land, seabreeze kicks in, waves turn to custard the desert becomes a roasting pan. All you think of is shade, breeze & finding some form of entertainment to last the afternoon .With a bit of luck the wind drops in the evening & you have a final nice little glass off followed by a few warm vinos.
From a soft ball of civilised jelly at the beginning complaining about sleeping on the ground, being hot, sweaty & bored you slowly harden. The grounds not so bad, the mid afternoon sun loses some of its intensity, the same pasta & sauce dish every night tastes pretty good & even salty bore-water coffee with marginally off milk is delicious (no 3-in-1 in Chile. DAMMIT). Then you get back to civilisation. The first shower in a couple of weeks. A soft bed. Mumma Beya’s Sunday lunch. Fuck yea.
Bit of a photo-record of the last couple of weeks 4WD trek up into the Atacama Desert & back. Wouldn’t say we scored wave-wise but plenty of fun to be had in the water & in the 4WD and some amazing scenery!