How to stretch 8 hrs into 24


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Published: June 16th 2017
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The bus ride to San Pedro de Atacama from La Serena on the coast of Chile was supposed to be 8 or 9 hours.

It was 24.

Damn TurBus. They're a left over from the Pinochet years of military occupation and the buses are dirty, unkept and unmaintained.

We broke down twice in the night. The first time it was just after sunset and we were within walking distance of bathrooms. Mechanics came, stood around, tinkered, stood around, and then we were off. The second time I have no idea--people were streaming down from the top floor of the bus and out the door. I woke up enough to ask the attendent...que hace?

Fire! Us!! he says, wild-eyed.

Oh dear. Exhausted, we didn't even bother to get up and never found out what it was about. Eventually were on our way again.

When we finally pulled into San Pedro it was not even at a bus station--more like a parking lot and we had no idea where to catch a taxi. Kids with backpacks were taking off down one dirt road like they knew what they were doing so we started to follow them.

No, you go over there for a taxi, a lady told us.

Over there turned out to be just another dirt street going who the heck knows where, so we stopped in at a little cafe. Surely they'll call a taxi for us, we thought.

Well yes, they'd be happy to, but there was no cell service right now. No land lines either. Or internet. Sorry.

But our waitress was nice said (in patched together English), I will help you find a taxi and she tossed her apron and started off down the street with us. Pretty soon between her and some of her friends she met along the way, we were tucked into a taxi and off.

How nice! These people are awesome!

We'd been told that San Pedro was full of transients working just for the money to go someplace else and not to expect much in the way of service from any of them.

What a delightful surprise!

We chose our hostel, Incahausi, from reviews that said it was a German house with fresh baked brown bread every morning. I was hooked.

We never saw a German but the place had fantastic people and a good breakfast as advertised.
Javiera, a 17 year old university student and her dad Phillipe, a former marine biologist and our guide, were left to run the place while the owner was in Santiago. They were so much fun we became instant friends. Javiera was intent on learning English so we practiced on each other while learning about this most unique corner of Chile.

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6th March 2013

What a time you had! Glad all turned out well.
6th March 2013

Sounds like a horrible bus ride, good to hear all is well now. see you soon
6th March 2013

You just never know about these buses. Some of them are really nice and others look like they've never seen a broom, let alone a maintenance man.Tonight we take off on another all nighter to Cordoba. Wish us well...
6th March 2013

Agnes--we should be home (Arizona home) Apr 1. See you then!!
8th March 2013

Boy the bus ride sounded like something in the movies. Glad it ended up being great and meeting wonderful people. Sounds like you well never forget your visit in Chile! Waiting to hear what well happen next in your travels. LY

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