Chile

Another classic Pichilemu scene...
A cosey little house we couch surfed in...
Quiet a mouthful this one...
Enjoying some great Chileano wine...

Local lad gapin´the pavement...
Lazy Pichilemu streets...
A llama for a pet?
Classic Pichilemu scene, that wave in the background had been peeling for hundreds of metres already...

Another sick beach mini-ramp we scored...
Surf check...
Jimmy jumping for joy...
Our abode for the week...
View from the deck, the waves were never under 4ft...
Great food, great people...
Frothing out after a surf out front...
Hitching back from Punta de Lobos...


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The big wild Punta de Lobos...
The point out the front of our place...
Afternoon ¨mate¨ Cata brought over from Argentina...
Jimmy feeding the horse...

A very snaky road through the Andes

The desolate Chilean border
I woke up in the morning on the bus to this....

Cata and I were absolutely FROTHING or ¨frosting¨(as Cata mistakenly first pronounced haha) for our approaching Chilean adventure - we bought a cheap tent and set up a camp sight in the living room. I caught an overnight 24 hour bus winding through the beautiful, snow capped Andes Mountain Ranges arriving in Santiago. We jumped on a 5 hour bus down to this epic little fishing village called Pichilemu. Reminding me of Uruguay, this place was also caught in time, awesome scenery, awesome vibe and AWESOME waves. Home to 3 perfect lefts, we spent our days surfing with sea lions under cactus covered cliffs and retiring to steak and red wine at night.

After a very soulfully satisfying week in Pichilemu we headed back north for the much anticipated Lollapalooza festival. It was an awesome two days watching bands rock out to the backdrop of Santiago and the towering Andes in the distance. After two long days of partying in Bella Vista Santiago, we were ready for the coast again. Cata had to head back for Uni, and actually missed her flight due to her ID being in my wallet - though she eventually negociated another flight and all was well. Jimmy and I heard about some waves up north - little did we know the bus was 24 hours. So, after driving a full day through the most deserted, lifeless landscapes I could ever imagine, we arrived in the fishing turned mining oasis of Iqueque.