The sleepy little fishing village of Huanchaco just might be my favorite place we’ve stayed since we left the US. We’ve been here maybe 5 weeks now, and it just keeps growing on me.
Sure, it lacks the grand colonial feel of Antigua, Guatemala or Cartagena, Colombia or Cuenca, Ecuador. It’s not a “Pueblo Magico” like you’d expect to see in Patzcuaro or Guanajuato Mexico. And for sure it doesn’t have the flare of Havana, Cuba.
What you do have is just what I described. A sleepy little fishing village with the best, most consistent surfing waves I’ve seen in 10 countries.
The pace is slow, and the people friendly. The waves never stop, and the line-ups are never crowded. Arrive at the fish market in the morning and the daily catch is still flopping around on the table. Swing by the local family store and grab a 22 oz. Trujillo beer for a dollar. Go out to eat a huge delicious meal and expect to pay $5.
The icing on the cake is that we’re making really good friends here. We’ve got a cool little posse going with Lauren and Julio.
We received some emails asking us when we’re going to leave Huanchaco. The answer is yes, we will leave, in time. There is a lot of world left to see. But we’re not in any hurry.
The reality is that we’re gonna miss the season to hit Tierra Del Fuego this Dec/Jan. So we’ve got a whole other year to lurk around Peru, Bolivia, Paraguay, Uruguay, Brazil, and Chile before we make our way down to the tip of South America in Ushuaia, Argentina next January.
So, we’ve set up the procrastination-station in Huanchaco and we’re not moving anytime soon. TREE