semi cama buses, drug busts at 3am, better bus rides than Peru (i.e. mothers who control their children), letting us cross the border..finally, Africola, drinking pisco y coke out of a horn, bringing the YMCA back...not, letting us leave our mark graffiti style, monster jellyfish, Maradona tattoos, room #5, beach that comes with a masseuse, the Swedish spoon, booty shaking with the Colombians and sambaing with the Brazilian, escaping duct-taping to a tree by the dictator, frolefauxtails, our Cocktail bartender- shaken not stirred, manjar, Lan for not striking and having the best snacks, dining with such elite company as Pablo Escobar and William Wallace, Carlito, Orlando Bloom... guy, girl?, magic flip flops with the power to repel mud, firepits, crying dogs, laughing bums, damn cows, dune running, money pics of the sunset, English and Aussie delinquents so we're not alone, the number one song "Jesus", eroding our adobe, Arica for being the only place with no rain, blackouts and generators.
In addition we are thankful to Chile for hosting us 2 years in a row and having the most amazing and diverse landscapes of any country we've ever seen in addition to very welcoming and mellow people.
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