Arrival in Arica: A Gateway to Adventure

As I stepped off the plane in Arica, the city of eternal spring, I was immediately enveloped by the warm embrace of the coastal breeze. The vibrant energy of this city, nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the Atacama Desert, was palpable. My journey began with a visit to the Morro de Arica, a historical hill that stands as a silent witness to the battles of the Pacific War. The panoramic views from the top were breathtaking, offering a sweeping vista of the city and the endless ocean beyond.

The city tour took me through the bustling streets, where the echoes of history lingered in the architecture. The Catedral de San Marcos, designed by the renowned Gustave Eiffel, stood as a testament to the city’s rich past. As I wandered through the handicraft village, the vibrant colors and intricate designs of the local artisans’ work spoke volumes about the cultural tapestry of Arica. The day ended with a serene walk along Chinchorro Beach, where the golden sands met the azure waves, a perfect prelude to the adventures that lay ahead.

Into the Heart of the Lluta Valley

The next day, our journey led us into the Lluta Valley, a verdant oasis amidst the arid landscape. The valley, with its lush fields of alfalfa and ancient geoglyphs etched into the hillsides, was a living canvas of history and nature. As a biologist, I was particularly fascinated by the unique flora and fauna that thrived in this seemingly inhospitable environment.

Our first stop was Poconchile, a quaint village known for its 17th-century church, Iglesia de San Gerónimo. The church, with its adobe walls and wooden beams, was a beautiful reminder of the region’s colonial past. We continued our journey through the valley, stopping at the Pukara de Copaquilla, an ancient fortress perched on the edge of a dramatic canyon. The views were nothing short of spectacular, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the ingenuity of the ancient peoples who once called this place home.

The Enchantment of Lauca National Park

The highlight of the trip was undoubtedly our visit to Lauca National Park. As we ascended into the high Andes, the landscape transformed into a surreal tableau of snow-capped peaks and shimmering lakes. The park is a sanctuary for a diverse array of wildlife, and I was thrilled to spot vicuñas, vizcachas, and a myriad of bird species, including the elegant Andean flamingos.

Chungara Lake, one of the highest lakes in the world, was a sight to behold. The crystal-clear waters mirrored the majestic Parinacota Volcano, creating a scene of ethereal beauty. Standing on the shores of the lake, I felt a profound connection to the natural world, a reminder of the importance of preserving these pristine environments for future generations.

Our final stop was the village of Parinacota, where time seemed to stand still. The adobe houses and ancient church were a testament to the enduring spirit of the Aymara people. As I wandered through the village, I was struck by the harmony between the people and their environment, a lesson in sustainability that resonated deeply with my own values as a conservationist.

As I boarded the plane back to my life as a single mother and environmental advocate, I carried with me the memories of this incredible journey. The high plateau of Chile had not only offered me an adventure of a lifetime but also a renewed sense of purpose in my mission to protect the natural world.