Our journey began in Cochabamba, Bolivia where we´ve both been working/volunteering. After what seemed like endless packing we shoved our conspicious backpacks into the back of a taxi and made our way to the bus terminal around 8 am. The trip to Arica, our first destination in Chile, was a 12-hour stretch but thankfully flew by. A few hours into the journey we were served a meal of grilled meat (I suspect it was llama carne), rice, a bit of salad and of cours...