I am naturally drawn to places that are remote, isolated and extreme – I find them fascinating. And it doesn’t get any more extreme than the Atacama Desert in Chile. In this article for The Independent I flew a hot air balloon over the landscape at dawn.
Below me, viaducts had been carved into the land like strands of black thread, syphoning precious water. Small groups of hardy emerald Chanyar trees had popped up among thickets of jade alfalfa.
The remnants of a 15th-century Kunza settlement added intricate, stony detail to an otherwise auburn and khaki patchwork. From the open-top wicker basket, 500 metres above the ground and 3,000 metres above sea level, I felt a serene calm.
Read the full article here.
January 20, 2017