by Jorge Sanchez - 4 months, 3 weeks ago
It was the year 1986, I was traveling across Chile with Anne, a young Swiss girl from the canton of Fribourg. We used indistinctly French and Spanish in our conversations.
We had started in Arica and had stopped for the night in Iquique and also in Antofagasta.
Anne had the impression that we will never get to Santiago. Hitchhiking was great but the rides short. Finally a truck picked us up with destination Santiago de Chile. But that truck stopped in several places to load and unload cargo, time that we used to visit for a couple of hours the towns, like Copiapo and also La Serena, which was very attractive (it reminded me Extremadura, in Spain) and saw many tourists.
Finally, after 2 days and 2 nights inside that last lorry, we arrived in the evening of the third day to la Alameda avenue, in Santiago de Chile.