The one word that comes to mind after touring the Atacama desert over the last couple of weeks is primitive.
Most of the touring in the Andes highlands was done at altitudes around 14,000 ft and on gravel roads over 2,000 kilometres.
We saw a grand total of a hand full of cars over that time, but we did also see a number of guys on horse and mules herding Alpacas and the like.
Remote, rugged, pristine and beautiful are all words that come to mind.
Back home now after a gruelling 35 hours of travel and feeling somewhat shattered!