You can’t help but have the Beach Boys running through your head.
Sunday morning at the surf camp. There was even a class for a group of youngsters heading out into the frigid Pacific waters. I drank tea and watched.
Layne got all nostalgic about her surf vacations in Hawaii but in the cold waters of Santa Cruz in California she did not surf when she got home.
Rusty wanted a walk of course so we ambled slowly out to the point itself which is called Punta Gruesa. Which means “gross” according to Google translate. I suppose one might more elegantly naje it big point of something.
We look like we are parked next to the dumpster in their above but actually we were not. We used it though and it is a city service provided by Iquique 12 miles away. Chile is so civilized.
We also came across piles of seaweed laid out to dry and as we walked the seaweed collector himself came out to add to his crop.
Gross Point:
At night the pitch black is dotted with electric lights from this village:
There is lots of room to be left alone if you like:
Seaweed, kelp really, fascinated Rusty. It looks just like the kelp you’ll see on the coast of California.
They surf of a Sunday morning while he works his other job. We work at being retired.
Sun trying to break through the marine inversion layer above the coastal mountains. It gets quite cool first thing in the morning and any breeze makes it feel colder than 65 degrees in the afternoon but the sun is warm when it’s out and this is winter in the southern hemisphere so I find it quite acceptable.
Motorhomez park near here. I’m not sure what the sign means but o felt find ignoring it. It does not say no overnight camping or bugger off or anything like that.
Wax your board, have a chat and dive in. They all smiled and waved. The atmosphere here is welcoming.
We will stop off here next year before we start our trek to Colombia and the Darien Gap, we enjoy it that much.
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