So far Peru has offered a completely different landscape than the other countries we’ve traveled through in the last year. We’ve been mostly driving in the mountains and jungles, but upon entering northern Peru, the landscape quickly changed to desert.
Luckily there are still plenty of Rambo murals painted on the back of trucks. It’s always either Christ or Rambo. Always. Go figure.
We spent a fun week hanging out in Mancora. The surf was amazing, and we ran into Lainie and Miro, better know in traveling circles as “Raising Miro” – click here to check out their travel site.
We stumbled on their website last year and were impressed by their decision to leave the US for good and travel the world by backpack. They’ve been traveling for over two years now and have covered Central America and the top of South America. Good form. Good people.
We left Mancora and worked our way south through nothing but desert. Our destination was the world famous wave at Chicama.
Everybody’s been in pretty good spirits lately. And upon arriving at Chicama we only got happier.
This wave is unlike anything I have ever seen. We caught it at the end of a swell and surfed it for 3 days. You can’t tell from this photo on the bluff, but those are 10 foot faces.
The rides are so long that after surfing in, you have a 45 minute walk back out to the point to start again. Forget about paddling, it’s way too far. Below in the bottom of the photo I’m on my way back to the point, which is still around 2 corners out of sight.
Sunset at Chicama. The swell was dying off but there was still head high waves at the first point. We rented an amazing room with a balcony overlooking the ocean. We had wifi, private bathroom, and the best view in the world. It almost broke our bank though. $20 per night. HA!
Back when we were in Montanita, Ecuador we met a really cool Peruvian surfer who was raised in Australia. His name is Julio (front left in photo below). We ended up running into him, his girlfriend Lauren, and his Aussie posse at Chicama. They had come up to catch the swell. We all hit it off really well and ended up heading south as a group to the town of Huanchaco. This is the most people we’ve had in the Sprinter since… umm… never.
When we got to Huanchaco, Julio helped us find an amazing apartment RIGHT in front of yet another sick left point break. This is where we plan to base for a few months. We have a wave in the front yard, and we’re a 54 minute drive to Chicama, the longest wave in the world.
I don’t know. I think this is a dope setup. Anyone want to visit?