Crossed the boarder from Bolivia into Chile where the customs guys actually search every bag. After three days in the desert with no showers I guess we all look (and smell) like dodgy backpackers short of money who'd faciliate movement of Bolivia's most famous export for a hot meal!

New year's eve was a hoot with a good time being had by all in San Pedro 'the town of contrasts'. San Pedro is a weird place, most of the streets are dirt but the proces are St Tropez? No one came out to party (besides Gringos) before midnight. After doing our own thing until midnight, basically involving mucho drinking, a group of us hit the town and found a bar/nightclub. The bar had a limited music repatoir with the same song (a techno rendition of California Deraming) being played approximately 87 times prior to the club closing at 5:30 am the next morning.

Actually managed to drag my backside out of bed the next afternoon and went out to a nearby land mark called Luna Valley to watch the first sunset of 2009 which was pretty cool.