In actuality, the harsh reality of traveling through the desert was not all I made it out to be. In fact, at times, it was grueling. Both O´neil and I were severly sunburnt, our lips so blistered, breathing hurt. The nights were freezing cold, and the mornings were as early as 4.00am. In both places we stayed, the electricity didn´t work after a certain time in the evening, and the washrooms were so foul we both chose to abstane.It was a perfect trip, and it was perfectly exhausting. We didn´t realize how beat up we were until we reached San Pedro de Atacama in Chile. Unfortunately we were met with some bad luck, and furthermore, a 24 hour bus ride to Santiago.Stay Tuned.