Since our star-gazing tour returned at 12:45 A.M., I skipped the 5:30 A.M. hotel #tour the next day to the El Tatio Geysers, where plumes of steam shoot 40 feet into the air - the world's highest geyser field.
But later I bumped into Danilo, who led that geyser tour, bursting with energy, as always.
Instead, I visited Laguna Cejar, lured by photos that promised a turquoise #lake in the middle of the brownish Nevada-like #desert, edged by chalk-white sand, and smiling sun-bathers.
As I exited - next to #Brazilians who rhapsodized about the desert, telling me how #Rio is steamy and humid all year long - I immediately noticed three results. Tiny cuts on my body began to sting, like salt being rubbed in a wound. My wrinkled T-shirt suddenly looked starched and ironed. And my jeans acquired a striking, acid-washed, trendy look that some folks pay good money for.
(One last image from Tierra Atacama hotel by photographer Augusto Dominguez...)