National Geographic : 1930 Mar
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE stacks and a railroad; Pabell6n de Pica, with a road like a balcony on stilts around the los and a railroad which disappeared be tween walls of sand, and then Iquique, spreading over a flat Spit of land, a dozen Ships in the harbor, a fiii highway coming down in s ix zigzags, and Sthe railroad in two longer gashes across the steep hill behind. Ten minutes more i and we hum past Ca - leta Buena, its ledge between shore and cliff so narrow that in the distance it seems a line of driftwood cast up by the waves. Junin, with its long iron nitrate pier, has slightly more room, and the road cuts only two zigzags on the cliff. Half an hour more of unbroken shore and the plane, buck ing like a bronco, was fighting the wind whis tling around another Photograph by Ewing Galloway rocky point. We made ECUADOR CLAIMS FIRST HONORS FOR LARGE BANANAS it and a broad green On a dock at Guayaquil a native boy displays a prize bunch of the valley opened ahead; fruit for which his country is famous. surf breaking right beneath, on Alacrin a mist rolled in from the sea, we would Island, once a Peruvian fortress and now turn out to give the projecting claws a covered so thick with millions of birds wider berth. At other places we would that they looked like wriggling worms; see a narrow ledge of shore with a road, two long black piers and two ships farther occasionally spreading into a little plain, out. Arica sparkled in the sunshine; Ho with a town and a wagon road or rail- tel Pacifico facing the bay; cool, straight road winding down the hillside in back. streets lined with bougainvillea, pepper Each would have an iron pier and ships trees, and hibiscus; a ready-made iron anchored in the unprotected roadstead, church from Monsieur Eiffel, of Paris; loading the minerals which justified the El Morro's steep black sides towering town's existence. above, with a golf course on top, 18 holes Gatico's mills smoked on Cobija Bay; and not a blade of grass; Tacora's snow then came Tocopilla, with ships on the clad peak far ahead, and we were over the anchorage, little brown houses, and smoke- city, coming down on El Buitre Field.