Photo by Jens Johnsson
Camping in the Atacama Desert with a group of Chilean hippies was always going to present something of a communication challenge. With my bare-bones Spanish, I had needed help just to translate the invitation. It offered a position volunteering at a weekend gathering of ceremony and traditional medicine called Vive Piuke Mapu, 150…
"And where are you off to, young man?"
"Santiago," I replied.
My questioner -- a silver-goateed, balding man of about 60 -- sighed.
"Ah, Chile!" he exclaimed, resting his hands atop his belly. "I was there once upon a time..."
And that's how it began: 10 years’ worth of stories to pass the time as we sat…