You’d assume the dry desert air offers incomparable laundry-drying properties. Well, I tested it for you—it doesn’t.
You’d assume the dry desert air offers incomparable laundry-drying properties. Well, I tested it for you—it doesn’t.
Despite its size, Antofagasta had a small-town feel, much like Paraná in Argentina or Pelotas in Brazil.
There were cultural clues I couldn’t ignore—we were in a mining city.
Sidewalks were paved, I wasn’t walking in the sand. I found water. There was no procession of miners marching in full gear covered with freshly mined copper.
We’re taking a little detour in the Atacama Desert, the world’s driest desert.
At the corner of Mosqueto and Monjitas, in barrio Santa Lucia, there is a small business with no name.
I wanted Mark to realize that 1) pandas don’t master kung fu 2) penguins can’t tap dance 3) turtles aren’t particularly wise.
A city on New Year’s Day is a treat for those who like to explore various neighbours and just wander around.
At 10:30 p.m., we joined the crowd on Avenida Libertador General Bernardo O’Higgins armed with three cans of spray and a can of Coke.
Yes, Santiago. Yes, again. Yes, I’m a bit obsessed with Latin America.