Photo by Jens Johnsson Camping in the Atacama Desert with a group of Chilean hippies was always going to present something of a communication challenge. With…
9:30pm, the night before my visit to Machu Picchu. I leap out of bed and race for the toilet. “Esta ocupado,” someone whispers. I’ve already…
“And where are you off to, young man?” “Santiago,” I replied. My questioner — a silver-goateed, balding man of about 60 — sighed. “Ah, Chile!”…
