I always loved lounging in this little rock pool after a surf...
Me and my local mate...
Jimmy can´t hack it - or can he?
Crammed into a taxi on the search for waves...
ASADO!
The great lads from Uma Jaqi Hostel...
After our epic little camping adventure, we returned to the surf hostel to find smashed windows and holes and blood on the wall! Apparently the night we left a big group of football hooligans from santiago stayed over for a match. All was going sweet until younger members from the same side showed up and attacked the hostel because of a power struggle between old and young - IN THE SAME TEAM! Rocks were hurled through the front windows and one of the guys was slashed across the wrist - hence the blood. Everyone was a little shaken up - though all was forgotton when they put on a bitchen Chilean Asado that night. Wine and meat were consumed well into the night and later the beatbox and imaginary mic appeared and a dope Spanish and English freestyle session was underway.
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