It's not terribly far from Salta to San Pedro de Atacama, but I've just walked into a totally different world.
San Pedro is a stopping point for people traveling from Argentina, Bolivia, Peru and elsewhere in Chile. It's square on the travel circuit, and a bit overwhelming with all the sheer naked tourism.
Dirt streets lead from all parts of town to the central plaza where I'm waiting for Noah. He is off finding a place for us to stay while Lila uses the last of the sandwich they gave us on the bus to tempt the dogs.
She had a tough ride. Altitude sickness. Everyone we spoke with, including a nurse at the border who gave Lila oxygen, advised eating sugar. Yes sugar. Myself, I'm not convinced, but we gave it to her anyway. In fact, Lila can have as much sugar as she wants. Perhaps that's why she's feeling so much better?