Way back in March

We stayed in the great beach town of Iquique. We got a hostel recommendation from a friend which turned out to be very neat. It was less than a block from the beach and Hanna and I spent the majority of a day working on our sunburns. We actually got in the water for a second. The Pacific is still cold this far south, but we braved it for a total of 10 seconds. Badasses.

Onward toward Peru, we grabbed another bus from Iquique to Arica, the northernmost town in Chile. Once again, we rode through mountains of sand and boulders bordering the ocean, but not without a detour to the 'completo' hotdog stand so the fatty bus drivers could get their fixes.

Once we arrived in Arica, we headed off to our hostel which we had reserved earlier that day. Of course, nothing here is easy, and our reservations turned into a first-come, first-served basis. The hostel owner called up his Laguna Beach buddy who had a room where we could crash for the night. After talking to Franklin about how awesome it was that we were from the ole' USA (he didn't many of us, and he missed how wonderful we are). We were starved and after we got off the subject of America he pointed us to the strip of restaurants that were still serving. We bypassed the chicken place to find the joint that served up the 'big' sandwiches. We were skeptical of the size as everyone knows how big sandwiches can be in the states. Once we got the mother we realized they meant business. This thing was a pure monster. It was topped with everything you could ever want on a sandwich. We headed back to the hostel to hit the bed with a food coma.

The next morning we set out for the bus station where we could catch a cab to take us across the border into Peru. After locating our chariot in the shape of a red 4 speed Crown Vic, we haggled on the price and proceeded to watch our passports get taken into a shack so they can fill out some forms. When our chariot driver returned he had come upon a family of three and another random dude who also were looking for the perfectly pimped ride to cross the border in. Hanna, I, the driver and four of our newest friends began our journey into Peru. Buena Suerte!