It took all day but by four thirty we had Rusty’s exit papers allowing us to head to the border. However we decided to spend another night in Chile and deal with the border Thursday morning. Crossing in the evening might lead us to driving in the dark so even though the border is open twenty four hours we planned to cross Thursday morning. So we spent the night back at the airport.
It took a few trips to the agriculture office, the first to drop off Rusty’s new health certificate and for the bureaucrats to check the paperwork.
Bolivian tankers waiting load fuel to help gas stations in their landlocked country stagger through another few days of keeping fuel shortages at bay. Bolivia barely functions.
Loading rope. I know not what for but it looked intriguing.
Then we went away to wait for the email. Layne did some last few bits and pieces of shopping for stuff we can’t find in Peru and then we went back to the beach to wait to here from SAG, the agriculture office. Then we went back to pay $35 when I got the email but they said I had to go back a third time at four to get the permit. Had I u aerators I could have paid and got the permit at the same time but I goofed. 
On the way we saw a couple of bicycle cops ahead of us come across a double parked car holding up traffic. It was for those times when you ask yourself where are the cops when you need them?
Back at the beach we met a couple in a small Fiat van from Uruguay. He emigrated from Germany speaks fluent English and has been a musician wandering and making a living he says since 1973. Somewhere along the way he met a Colombian woman who had relatives living in Uruguay so she went to live there to escape the chaos that was Colombia. Now they are traveling around a bit to see more of South America and their goal is to make money, he playing music, she making street art, as they go. 
They went into town and at four we drove back to agriculture, got the certificate and we went to the airport to spend the night. 
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