¡Arica!

Arica is the driest and most bizarre place I have yet seen with my own eyes. A town on the sea where it never rains, overlooked by a giant rock called El Morro - which i climbed this morning. Being here you understand why latin people have siesta - and most shops close at 1 then reopen from 4 to 9 - its because it is too damn hot in the middle of the day. In santiago there was a guy without legs in the middle of the plaza de armas begging in the midday sun... I think part of his plea had to do with "I am out here in the sun, thats got to be worth something".

There really are no clouds in the sky.

All is well generally. I am having a great time which I will tell you about soon - eating with Hare Krishnas, sleeping on the beach, getting sunburnt - but for now it is lunchtime.

This keyboard does not seem to have a comma button.

Love, T.