That green oasis in the middle of the desert is San Pedro de Atacama.
And, oh boy, the beauty of the landscape. Red canyons and valleys stained by small green oasis...one wonders if they are there for a reason, or simply for God's pleasure. With the light of the sunset, the landscape takes on a magical atmosphere, almost mystical. There is only silence, occasionally interrupted by the whistling of the wind.
I believe that the arrival in San Pedro will stay forever imprinted in my memories.
The paved road ends just at the entrance of the town, in front of an arch of red stones hidden by the sand carried by the wind. I cross the arch just before night falls completely, and it seems as if I have stepped into another world. The narrowed streets of the vlllage are full of tourists, vendors and shabby buses trying to to navigate their way through the crowd. Lights, sounds and colors seem more those of a carnival that those of a remote village in the desert.
San Pedro de Atacama. 2,407 meters above sea level and a craving for a nice hot shower.