I thoughtless cover a brown bug in sand, realising my mistake I half heartlessly try and dig it out. Later that night I feel a bug on my ear, I try and grab it but it crawls right inside. It hurts as it wriggles deeper and I start screaming and kicking my legs. Jim who is sitting next to me clearly thought I had lost the plot and tried to calm me down.

Our hostel owner in the beach town of Iquique was wonderful. On our first night Maria organises a BBQ with both locals and hostel guests. The set price included yummy food, cocktails, wine with great company. Jim only made it to bed at 5am carrying a broken hard drive. The next evening there is a film night in the garden of the hostel. It amazes me how one person can make such a difference to your impression of a town.