During my time in the lazy desert town of San Pedro de Atacama we saw a full moon, which bought with it varying options for wild nights out. Chile has strict laws in regards to drinking and a lot of their partying is done in private. Our hostel had a great social area where a campfire burned nightly and we soon heard rumours of an upcoming 'secret rave' that everyone in the hostel was eager to see. After buying some cheap Chilean wine and pumping some warm tunes we soon found ourselves on the dusty roads of town waiting to be picked up by random trucks and taken to the party. Our new Chilean friend ushered us to a doorway where we purchased a fine bottle of Chilean pisco and as the first truck pulled up a mad rush of people handed their cash to the driver and jumped in the back. We were assured cars would run all night so as the next one pulled up there was a mad rush to get in. I made it, with a group of others I knew from the hostel and drove off to see Gemma waiting for the next van with our bottle of pisco. She'll follow us everyone assured me.
We drove further and further out into the barren desert and I wonders where this party might be until we finally pulled up to a wire fence. We paid to get through and walked towards the fire puts and metal shack fitted with sound system.
I danced to a strange mix of salsa, reggaeton, techno and Sean Paul, lost friends, made new ones and found the old ones again. Ultimately it all came to an end when I went for a pee in what was ultimately a field of cacti and got a thorn threw my shoe. One of the new friends helped me haggle down the price of a taxi and we went back to town together.
Gemma never made it, the police had apparently got wind of what was happening and no more cars showed up, she forgave me though!
SURVIVAL TIP: Take a risk but stay safe! Ultimately I went to this party with people I knew and trusted but it was a far way out in the middle of nowhere and staying with Gemma would have been a lot safer. Saying that, if I hadn't of taken a risk and jumped in that van, I may never have had the experience in the first place!
We drove further and further out into the barren desert and I wonders where this party might be until we finally pulled up to a wire fence. We paid to get through and walked towards the fire puts and metal shack fitted with sound system.
I danced to a strange mix of salsa, reggaeton, techno and Sean Paul, lost friends, made new ones and found the old ones again. Ultimately it all came to an end when I went for a pee in what was ultimately a field of cacti and got a thorn threw my shoe. One of the new friends helped me haggle down the price of a taxi and we went back to town together.
Gemma never made it, the police had apparently got wind of what was happening and no more cars showed up, she forgave me though!
SURVIVAL TIP: Take a risk but stay safe! Ultimately I went to this party with people I knew and trusted but it was a far way out in the middle of nowhere and staying with Gemma would have been a lot safer. Saying that, if I hadn't of taken a risk and jumped in that van, I may never have had the experience in the first place!
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