Valpo to the desert.

I am in love! And with a Chilean, who are hotter than Argentineans BTW, and its name is Valparaiso. It´s a city an hour outside Santiago, and the houses are built up the steep hills. The place is rampant with outdoo murals and other artwork, and the houses -- god, I am really considering buying something there. Old mansions overlook the harbor and the poor and rich mix... there´s no outight delineation. YOu can only reach some of the houses by stairways, which are in every crook and cranny. Other places you use these rickety 200-year-old elevators that look like Angels Flight in L.A. Valpo is also the home of famous Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, whose house I visited high up in the hills. He was an eclectic collector of knickknacks and was quite an important historical figure in the country´s history, which explained his friendships with Picasso, Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo. I can´t upload photos due to the torturously slow connection I´m on right now in the desert, so you´ll have to wait.
So yes, I´m in the desert of San Pedro de Atacama, where all the buildings are slung low and built out of adobe. It´s a really strange place. My barebones hotel only has hot water from a certain time and all the roads are sandy. I´m heading to see Moon Valley later, which is supposed to look like the surface of the moon, and then wake up at 3 am tomorow to head to the El Tatio Geysers and take a thermal bath. This place is really in the middle of nowhere. So Internet connection is also expensive, so I´m getting off right now. I´ll be on the road in a few days to Bolivia, so I won´t be able to write until I find an INternet connection in Uyuni.
Signing off while Depeche Mode plays overhead...