Mars like surface south of Arequipa

A brief stop en route

Vast wasteland on the way to Tacna

An oasis in the desert

Peruvian military base out in the middle of nowhere, hard to see because it is camouflaged

The city of Tacna, what a pleasant setting

Tacna

Cars waiting to go through customs and cross over to Chile, with sand dunes in the background

The hill overlooking Arica

Always Arica

Arica, Chile

Crossing from Peru into Chile

March 1, 2008

I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me

- Bob Dylan

Not long after leaving Arequipa the road descends quickly and you are soon in the middle of a landscape similar to what Mars must look like. There are large mountains covered in sand with protruding red rocks and vast stretches of nothing. The road proceeds south without many signs of civilization until the town of Moquegua, a bit east off the main road towards Chile. Even there, the town is little more than a small patch of life. Continuing onward, a few oases break the vast expanses of sandy desert and actually look quite dramatic, like veins of green life in an otherwise dead landscape. There was a military base on the edge of a small oasis, probably a pretty miserable place to be stationed. After another hour of driving south the bus finally reached Tacna, the last outpost of Peruvian life on the way to Chile.

The present day border between Peru and Chile lies about 30 some kilometers south of Tacna and is literally an arbitrary line drawn in the sand with the blood of those who fought in the War of the Pacific and through later joint negotiations. In the aftermath of the deal, Peru definitely came out on the wrong side as Chile gained several areas rich in natural resources while Peru was stuck with the sandy wasteland around Tacna. There is still an active minefield near the border as a reminder of the conflict. Leaving from Tacna are numerous shared taxis for 20 soles, although they tried to scam me out of 10 soles by saying that I needed to pay them for the tourist card to enter Chile but after I persistently told them that US citizens didn´t need to pay for a tourist card they finally conceded and said that I could pay for it later, which of course I never had to do. The driver hustled the five of us through the customs formalities quickly and our bags were scanned for fruits and vegetables before we were permitted to enter Chile. After that it was a quick ride towards the coast to Arica.

As we neared the ocean, I realized that it had been almost two and a half months since I had seen the ocean. When we entered the city limits the ocean finally came into view and as our car got further into the city a tall sandy hill dropping steeply to the water on the southern edge of the city appeared and made for a very nice backdrop behind the city. The hill forms the northern terminus of string of hills and cliffs that reach down from the Andes and extend almost all the way to the Pacific Ocean.

The city itself was packed with people as it was the last weekend of Chilean summer vacation. There were several pedestrian sections of the downtown area and the whole city was much more modern than just about any place I had experienced in Peru. The other interesting thing was the time difference. Simply by moving south across the border the time moved forward two hours, all of a sudden it was light until almost 9pm. As a consequence, the whole way of life seemed to change, no one ate dinner before 8pm, at the earliest, and nothing seemed to open until about 10am. I was told that the time would change back in May so that it will only be one hour ahead of Peru, this would be at least a little more reasonable. My main reason for stopping in Arica was to see the sights in Parque Nacional Lauca, a high altitude national park in the region of Chile near the Bolivian border. Despite the time change I had luckily arrived in time to arrange a spot on a tour for the following day. I was looking forward to seeing the park, but not the 7:30am start, really 5:30am for me with the time change, and the long amount of driving and altitude change. Hopefully the scenery in the park would be worth it.