Atacama idyll

Yesterday I spent my birthday running down sandhills, proving once and for all that 60 is the new 40 or possibly that we are completely mad. It was incredible and just about beat ,but only just,the birthday cake and champagne that Mike had arranged in the restaurant last night. How lucky can anyone be.

Today Mike went off on a bike ride, apparently beating all records so that I found him sitting in the hotel drinking coffee when I returned from my walk through the caravan valley to the Puritama springs. Trecking maybe, and the terrain was rocky, but not trecking as its been known before since we arrived at the springs to find a picnic laid out, wine, beer, fresh juice, smoked salmon, fruit, and towels and fluffy dressing gowns for anyone who wanted to bathe.

Amazing.