Altiplano - Bolivia
That scene from a movie, where a caravan of cars drives through the middle of the desert to meet another caravan, a trail of dust whipping up behind them. Upon meeting, they exchange captives, or nuclear codes, someone usually dies. That's how you cross the border into Bolivia from Chile. On the top of the altiplano, in below freezing temperatures, you disembark one shuttle, enter a shack, hand over $160 USD for a visa, and climb aboard the dusty black Toyota SUV that awaited you. It's an immediate cue to what this country will be like. That shack was a gateway. To this. To exposed, raw, unlimited natural beauty. Bolivia 🇧🇴