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| Devils valley |
Somewhere in Argentina, we boarded the bus
A beautiful route through the Andes, they promised us
hundreds of hairpins later we began to think
Should have flown and had a drink
A border we crossed, in mountain peaks
Santiago we;d spend the next few weeks
The morning commuters drank at cafes
I ate a breakfast burrito on my first day
Enricas family welcomed us home
They treated us steaks and Chilean vino
A VIP bus tracking the coast
Then a steep road it climbed to the altiplano
The air became thin, the desert was high
I smelt the volcanoes as the clouds left the sky
In Calama there had been no rain for 10 years
But the day we arrived god shed his tears
3 inches of rain just in one day
All the Roofs leaked. In puddles kids played
San pedro de atacames’, we acclimatized
We Trekked through the devil's valley, Ate black beans and rice
But we needed to cross the great desert plain
3 days in a carriage On the world's slowest train
The red desert hue passed slowly by
We drank vodka with lemon and ate bread to survive
I spoke with the people we met everyday
I studied their language. Their culture I craved
They asked; “are you married? si? oh why not”?
Did I believe the word of god?
I laughed and I thought if we don't choose a faith
Just believe in yourself and respect those who pray
In a town the train stopped - no name that I saw
I was sent by the travellers to the alcohol store
I came out of the shop - with the supplies
To see the train pull away to my surprise
I sprinted behind the train without shoes
Brad hung out the back and said “pass me the booze”
Finally arriving at the dusty border town
The guards entered the train, we knew to calm down
Checking our passports for a visa to pass
We entered Bolivia in backpacker class
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| San Pedro de Atacames |
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| Cafe in Santiago |
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| Crossing the Andes by bus |
