Another midnight express bus brings me into Arica, the Chilean border town. I am reminded how fortunate I have been during the whole journey around South America when another gringo got off the bus and found out that someone had stolen his luggage during the bus ride.
Not much to say otherwise about Arica. I biked around town, along the water, up the hill to the vista point.
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| looking over the city with the dawn's early light |
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| Arica - a surfer destination |
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| scallops are served with the gland still attached. The taste was almost the same as the scallop, but a different texture. It did not detract from the taste of the scallop. |
Farewell Chile!
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