Mistakenly we thought we had difficult past.
Now the real sand began to teach us the pilot
on that surface. Much effort, much body wear,
little water, dehydration and a path that
seemed not end for fat skis.
We got an the top of a mountain, and then we
see more sand. Open and went down the sand.
Sand and sand everywhere.
Finally we arrive at the river Las Papas to sleep
in a town with approximately 100 habitants.