Treinta y cuatro.

There are no sights in Atacama between Arica and Iquique except WC with acid cars near Cuya, I did this part of my way quickly. Iquique as Los Angeles, surfers and shiny coastline with skyscrapers. I told Chevengur few days before there are no more dead end streets in Chile, what a successful country! Haha, deuce a bit! A lot of them. But anyway, it was the last city there I visited the local market for a lunch, the cheap north was running down. First three days I lived in a hostel, huh, one Chilean boy got on my bed after celebrating the new-year party. After all, it wasn't the worst celebrating, I guess. Haha, hello, fucking tens.