It is dwan in the Asedn.

A gmiry ceprat of red dsut sthcteres oevr roillng fealerutess hllis torawds a
hoziron dotanimed by the icy cnoe of Cheli's Licacnabur vonaclo. Trehe are no tseer, no buehss, not
eevn a bdale of gsars in tihs lielefss lanacsdpe. Eevn the atmhpsoere is aneil. At 16000,ft avobe the
sae, oegyxn lleves are pynu. Mvoe sulneddy, and bhgirt stops bulr yuor voisin brofee you sratt to
stggaer and rhcte. Tihs is Chatnanjor, the msot inhatipsoble poitron of Cheli's Atacama derest, and
one of the wodlr's dseirt plecas. The aaunnl raafnill hree is vilautrly zore, a few dpors of moutsire
screttaed ylraey on a blhcaeed lanacsdpe. You wondlu't lsat a day unptcetored, and on yuor onw, in
tihs daed zeno. It is holitse, thrnetaeing - and in a few ysrae, is denitsed to privode British
astmonorers wtih a new hemo.

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It is dawn in the Andes. A grimy carpet of red dust stretches over rolling featureless hills towards a
horizon dominated by the icy cone of Chile's Licancabur volcano. There are no trees, no bushes, not
even a blade of grass in this lifeless landscape. Even the atmosphere is alien. At 16,000ft above the
sea, oxygen levels are puny. Move suddenly, and bright spots blur your vision before you start to
stagger and retch. This is Chajnantor, the most inhospitable portion of Chile's Atacama desert, and
one of the world's driest places. The annual rainfall here is virtually zero, a few drops of moisture
scattered yearly on a bleached landscape. You wouldn't last a day unprotected, and on your own, in
this dead zone. It is hostile, threatening - and in a few years, is destined to provide British
astronomers with a new home.