Over the weekend we went into the city of Trujillo to check it out. It’s only 10 minutes away from Huanchaco where we’re staying.
Overall there really isn’t much to see. It’s not a very pretty place, and doesn’t have a lot going on. The highlight is the central plaza.
Other than the plaza, there’s nothing but a bunch of stores where you can visit the bank, shop for a motorcycle, and buy your wife a new stove top oven all in the same room.
We’ve been hanging out a lot with our new friends, Julio and Lauren. They are both from Australia, although Julio was born in Peru. They’ve been living on the road for a couple of years now surfing throughout Central and South America.
These guys are cool as hell and are both super talented artists. They invited us to a gallery showing where some of their art was on display. Really amazing.
Julio and I have been surfing Huanchaco local, but keeping our eye on the swell report. As soon as we saw Chicama hitting, we all jumped in the van and drove back up for a couple of days.
When we got there it was stacked. Below we’re on the beach walking out and watching wave after wave roll by. At least every other wave was unridden.
Unfortunately I got rolled on the reef. My left foot, which is my bad one, took the brunt of the damage. The gouges weren’t actually that bad, but I sustained a deep bruise that put me on the deck drinking beers with Mom. I did get 4 waves, but was still bummed.
Through this experience I learned that when an Australian surfer says,
“I reckon we oughta just go for it,”
that basically means to try really really hard and not miss it.
It’s all good though. I didn’t cry until later that night when nobody was around except Stevie.
I’m discovering that there are no problems in the world that a few Trujillos can’t solve.
We still had a great time and my Mom got to see a beautiful sunset at one of the best waves in the world.