One of the housands of monuments for traffic deaths we've seen since Mexico
Me at the giant hand
Antofagasta sunset, above and below
Desert toward Antofagasta
One of hundreds of Pelicans living in Tal Tal
Tal Tal
Fisherman in the early morning, fishmonger in the afternoon
The fishing boats - no motors.Antofagasta to Tal Tal to El Salvador – 375 miles
In Antofagasta we stayed at the Radisson, on the beach. It was very nice as most Radissons are. This one had an added benefit. It was providing rooms for a joint military operation between the air Forces of Argentina, Peru, Israel, the US and there seemed to be some espionage also. All the women travelling with us went gaga over all the pilots. That seemed reasonable to me because fighter jet pilots must possess three traits women are drawn to. They must be highly intelligent, perfectly fit and at least a little bit fearless. They probably provide excellent genes to any offspring.
One American fighter pilot struck up a conversation with me. He asked if I was with the motorcycle group at the hotel. He wanted all of the details of our trip. He was impressed that were so far along on such a long journey. He told me he has a Harley at home. He knew his bike could not make such a trip. I’d toss him my keys in an instant if he let me fly his jet. At breakfast the next morning Mac and I dined with over one hundred pilots. I found them fascinating. They were so organized and ready it was amazing. Nobody spilled coffee or stumbled on the way to the buffet. The buffet was by far the best so far. For the pilots no expense was spared. A huge bowl of sliced strawberries, an omelets chef, and a huge staff of waiters were there for the pilots. Once the pilots boarded their bus the strawberries and omelet chef disappeared from the buffet. There were two identical busses. One for the pilots and a spare in case of a breakdown. They also got a police escort. Not a bad life if you don’t get shot down or auger in.
Mac and I deviated from the plan today. Rather than rush to the old mining town we first went to a beach town called Tal Tal. It was delightful. We were the only tourists in town. We spoke to the fishermen of the village. They go out at 4AM with dinghies and fish the bay here. They seem to make enough to support a family. When the summer starts Dec Jan. Feb there will be more tourists.
There is an active gold mine in the mountains behind the bay. It has a nice long beach but is not a tourist destination. I told Mac we should buy one of the old gold mines that doesn’t produce. We could sell tourists the opportunity to dig in our mine. Maybe that’s too mean.
We could scratch an image of the Virgin Mary on the mine’s wall and sell tickets to get healed by the vision.
In Antofagasta we stayed at the Radisson, on the beach. It was very nice as most Radissons are. This one had an added benefit. It was providing rooms for a joint military operation between the air Forces of Argentina, Peru, Israel, the US and there seemed to be some espionage also. All the women travelling with us went gaga over all the pilots. That seemed reasonable to me because fighter jet pilots must possess three traits women are drawn to. They must be highly intelligent, perfectly fit and at least a little bit fearless. They probably provide excellent genes to any offspring.
One American fighter pilot struck up a conversation with me. He asked if I was with the motorcycle group at the hotel. He wanted all of the details of our trip. He was impressed that were so far along on such a long journey. He told me he has a Harley at home. He knew his bike could not make such a trip. I’d toss him my keys in an instant if he let me fly his jet. At breakfast the next morning Mac and I dined with over one hundred pilots. I found them fascinating. They were so organized and ready it was amazing. Nobody spilled coffee or stumbled on the way to the buffet. The buffet was by far the best so far. For the pilots no expense was spared. A huge bowl of sliced strawberries, an omelets chef, and a huge staff of waiters were there for the pilots. Once the pilots boarded their bus the strawberries and omelet chef disappeared from the buffet. There were two identical busses. One for the pilots and a spare in case of a breakdown. They also got a police escort. Not a bad life if you don’t get shot down or auger in.
Mac and I deviated from the plan today. Rather than rush to the old mining town we first went to a beach town called Tal Tal. It was delightful. We were the only tourists in town. We spoke to the fishermen of the village. They go out at 4AM with dinghies and fish the bay here. They seem to make enough to support a family. When the summer starts Dec Jan. Feb there will be more tourists.
There is an active gold mine in the mountains behind the bay. It has a nice long beach but is not a tourist destination. I told Mac we should buy one of the old gold mines that doesn’t produce. We could sell tourists the opportunity to dig in our mine. Maybe that’s too mean.
We could scratch an image of the Virgin Mary on the mine’s wall and sell tickets to get healed by the vision.
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