At the terminal in Tacna, on the Peruvian side, the collectivo is waiting to take you across the Peruvian-Chilean border to Arica. The price of six dollars per person is quite acceptable.
The journey: Just like Peruvian tradition...three people in the front seats and three in the back. There's plenty of space.
The border crossing procedure is uncomplicated, but being who I am, I am already confronted with the socially-politically highly sensitive problems of the country: Chile is swinishly expensive and somehow you often come into contact with disgusting liquids here.
Dear Chileans! How about signs at the customs house like:
'Welcome to Chile, looking up protects against bird droppings'
or...'He's not a friend who wants to free your backpack from undefined mustard-containing liquids.'
Brazen giant bird in Iquique
Bird-human at the carnival. An attempt to process the dove trauma? Just a few hours later from Arica is Iquique. The town, well city, between the ocean and a huge sand dune with post-colonial architecture, which appears rather unsightly from afar, has quite a bit to offer despite only having a beach promenade with a small crocodile zoo. The old tram in Iquique. It is occasionally put into operation during the high season. However, if you are not using a walking stick and are not 90 years old, you move faster even when you intentionally walk slowly. Nevertheless: Nostalgia factor 10+ Old bell tower in Iquique's old town center
Promenade
Promenade
The post-colonial houses remind me a little of Wild West movies. Old customs house at the port of Iquique Around Iquique, there are small villages in the desert, and...A dinosaur park! But thirty minutes from Iquique lies a very special jewel of Chilean history and in my opinion the real reason to travel to Iquique. More on that next time!