There is something about this southern coast of Peru’, the Atacama Desert, it calls forcefully to me. That deeper part of my soul, my spirit, that quiet knowing remembering eternal part, is demanded to enter her vastness. To be quiet. To feel her breath and breathe. Listen to her winds and learn.
The Atacama is cruel beyond imagining. After hours which seemed of days in this desert immortal where time means nothing. I managed to crest the highest sightable coastal peak (a mere 2000m foothill to the great Andes rising to the east). The view was spectacular.