The road starts out like yesterday evening and turns into washboard….baddd. There’s tracks all over the place to get off the ruts. In some places it’s a hundred yards wide. And some of these are rutted. It’s a mad house of riding trying to find a smooth spot. The scenery is spectacular, but the road takes all our attention. It’s past being an anoiance and moves in other the absurd. This goes on for hours, about six. Then the road smooths out to more of packed dirt with minor sand.

Then it’s the border, leaving bolivia

It’s an outpost. One guy here. No chile customs on the other side, you have to go to the nearest town 30 miles away and a 7k foot elevation drop into san Pedro chile. Here is where we will stay the night and find dinner

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