Alive and well in Pichilemu

What we wanted was a beach – somewhere warm and sunny, maybe with a bit of a breeze and of course, an ocean. Our expectations weren’t too high as we flipped through our Lonely Planet guide book. “This place looks like it’s on the coast,” was all Gillian had to say and we were off to Pichilemu.

Our hostel, appropriately named the Boat, held its ground during last years tsunami

Hailed as one of the best surf spots in all of Chile, this little beach town has nothing but charm and waves. Since we arrived at the tail end of the summer season, we were not expecting too much action but that has only added to the chilled out vibe that is Pichilemu. Dusty gravel roads and boarded up beach cabanas are the reality of mid-March in the summer hot spot.

Leah catching some sun at Punta de Lobos

The lovely coast line of Pichilemu

Even though the town is close to empty and it is near to impossible to find an open (and good) restaurant, the surf keeps rolling in, making it a little slice of paradise. Surf is all there is to do and so surf is what we did. But we didn’t stop there, for the last five days we adopted the “Pichi” surf lifestyle – rolling out of bed at the crack of noon, spending the day lounging, surfing and nourishing our sun-soaked bodies and staying up into the wee hours of the morning sipping Pisco Sours and listening to some Bob Marley.

Punta de Lobos, a surfer's dream spot

A surfer catching some serious waves at Punta de Lobos

It’s been a delight. The last six weeks on the road have been jam-packed with glaciers, penguins, treks and making a serious effort to see everything we possibly can. Taking the last five days to catch up on some much needed beauty sleep and to work on our tan is just what the doctor ordered.

Not a bad view from the beach outside our hostel