Hour after hour the Super Tenere bashes along the gravel road. Away from humans and their biting concerns this insulated ribbon of nothing much allows me to surrender my thoughts. ![]() And yet, there is the isolation of this desert, which I adore. These massive patches of dense fog are as cold as the ocean and make it even harder than the heat through which to ride. Equally, the "Camanchacas" roll in as cloud banks off the Pacific. ![]() ![]() I have seen it's heat rise from a cracked earth that was so hot, it was almost impossible to breath. I like the Atacama Desert and have ridden across its length eight times.
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