TOLAR GRANDE
By the evening, after having driven almost 400 kilometers over rough terrain, and after we had got lost twice in the Devil's Canyon whose name was given to it, apparently, because of the colour of the low sand-clay pyramidal mountains, we arrived in Tolar Grande.
In the old days, life was busy there. More than 5,000 people lived in the village. Some of the residents worked in the sulfur mines, and the others maintained the railway which connected the area with Chile.
The mines are closed now, and the railway is inactive. No more than 250 residents are living in the village, supporting the barely glimmering life of a small settlement. In a word, it’s a dump, a real hellhole, without gas stations and normal cafes.
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