Now we are in Peru, a place of mystique for those interested in ancient civilizations and for surfers too. After catching some great waves in Chile, we decided to continue the quest for surf first and visit the ruins later. Most traveling surf junkies, like us, know that the world's longest left-hand wave breaks off the point of Puerto Chicama, Peru. The longest right is in Mexico, and we surfed it a year ago!
Getting to Chicama is not an easy journey. After flying to Lima, we jumped on a bus for 9 hrs, and then took a taxi for another hour. The landscape along this entire voyage was the most barren and dry land we have ever seen. There are truly no plants, very few towns, and hardly any signs of life. There are just endless expanses of sand, rocks and various shades of bare brown dirt. This must be what the moon looks like! Anyway, after that long trip, we finally arrived in the tiny village of Chicama. Other than a truly fantastic wave, this place has almost nothing to offer- just a couple dingy places to stay, a couple of dusty streets, a few disgusting restaurants with very limited selections, and a some very bored but friendly locals. Even the stray dogs looked bored!
But since we are surf junkies (maybe me,Marc, more so than Lisy) we stayed for a few days. We shared our bed with various biting insects by night, and surfed small but perfect peeling waves by day. The waves were so long that your legs would get tired from standing on your board for such a long time! After a wave, it made more sense to get out and walk 10 minutes back to the point rather than paddle. And since this place is so desolate, we got the waves all to ourselves! But the novelty wears off after a while, and we decided to split and head back to civilization after a few days.
A crazy thing though is that even in the boonies like this they still have high speed internet and their cell phones get better reception than ours did back in San Diego! We'll never understand that!!