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Pichilemu Love - Chile
by John Holder | Date >
2005-03-17 | Country : Chile | City : Pichilemu
| Area : Central Coast |
| In the middle of the year 2003, when i was a wee one in high school i was invited to go on a surf trip to chile, the land of lefts. I saved up my money and purchased a board bag, got my schoolwork done a few weeks early and went, it was great. To this day i am still determined on going back and never living. Me encanta Chile. We arrived around two or three, after a drunk flight, my first one across the equator and with a nice layover in San Jose. Dishevled but frothing, we stepped out into the cold Santiago air and met the man who gave us our van for the few weeks. Loading the boards on top, i was thinking about waves and food. We drove around trying to get out of Santiago. After plenty of beer and 22 hours of airpots and planes and hot cities driving can be a bit tricky. At least i was the youngest with a licence so I was able to sleep. We stopped at a little lot about halfway to our destinatio, the coast, and slept in the van. Waking up with the bright sun in my eyes and warming the bag, we started up the journey once again and continued the drive. We were hungry and need coffee. Driving through the hills, with the white capped Andes in the distance and the cold, clear rivers below i was happy and thirsty. We drove into a small town and stopped at what appeared to be cafe. We walked in and sat down. A kind, old nice lady came in speaking rapid cheerfull Spanish. She treated us like her children, feeding us cafe, biscuts, water, and whiskey like alcohol to wake us up. Loading back up into the van i was contento and I had no idea what I was in for. We drove on, came to a bend which looked out over the pine tree covered hills which led to a black sand beach and the blue dark lovely pacific far below. We stopped, in awe of our first glimpse of the endless lefts rolling along the point. All laughing, we took some photos and drove, on hungry for waves and food. Sitting under the hot sun, on the hot sand in front of the cold water in the dunes watching the waves and chewing on good south american cheese and bread and ham, finally realizing where i am, starting to fall in love. We drove around and looked for camping for most of the day and checking out the glorious triplet left pointbreaks along the way, my friend dropping a big jug red wine along the way and letting it bleed into the sand. Its alright i say. Finding camping after a long search, in the middle of the town with the help of a lady named Lucy, we dropped the uneccasary supplies and drove south to Lobos as the shadows were growing longer and the wind was getting cold. We paddled out into the waves, big and cold and offshore, ecstatic. Catching my first South American wave I was frothing once again. You have no idea. I ran around in circles on the black sand for a while afterwards, not only due to my excitement but also to get the numbness out of my toes and hands. This was the first day of the coast of Chile and my first grand experience in Pichilemu. Returning to camp, we warmed ourselves with fire, wine and pisco and got to bed early, knowing the surf would be amazing in the morning. I could go on and on, talking about Santiago, Mauricio, Puntilla, Cloud Forest, Pisco ,Disco 127 but I shall not. I sit in college, thinking about the best trip of my life so far, trying to devise a plan to get back to Chile and I know it will happen someday soon. Soy un viajero y no puedo resistir el camino y la mar, hasta estoy en Sudamerica, no estare contento. Yee Shall go to Chile y thar yee shall find thy calling. |
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