I have left the mining town of Andacollo yesterday, full of impressions from a world that I had no idea existed. It did seem like from an ancient time, those hard-working gold-miners… Who are so proud of their traditions, their region and its “earth” providing their existence. The frantic search deep down in the ground seems like such a intriguing contrast – and, at the same time, analogy – to the incessant search up in the night sky. Anyway – moving on via the ‘Route of the stars’, the road winds down the mountain through a breathtaking landscape. I am on my way to the valley of the river ‘Rio Hurtado’, where, so I hear, a guy from Belgium has opened a hotel specialized in astro-photography.