Day 74 - Beach town
January 28 - Pichilemu, Chile
We woke on the top bunk at the hostel, a bit sweaty from the lack of airflow in the room. We went out for breakfast, which the owner had set out when we showed our faces, ham and cheese, bread, yogurt, butter and marmalade, hot water for instant coffee or tea. The typical Chilean breakfast.
Evan chatted with the young Swiss hostel owner, hearing his story about previously working for booking.com and choosing this as his laid back lifestyle. He was a biker, and also rented bikes. We headed out, working our way toward a beach town that the friends had recommended – Pichilemu. Before too long we had arrived, and the town was already busy. We parked the car on a side street that looked legal, and went for a walk along the beach. There was a Surf School just heading out and lots of newbies on boards. There were food stand galore on the main street, selling ceviche, empanadas, and just about everything else you can imagine. There were guys walking the beach with their loot, including strawberries on a stick coated in chocolate.
We wound our way to a restaurant across town, where the chef was a friend of our last wine guide. The place was called “Comida Rica” or delicious food – and the interior looked about as creative as the name. The food, however we were assured, was high quality, farm/sea to table, from an up and coming chef. We weren’t all that hungry but wanted to try basically everything on the menu, so we settled two each order – Ceviche and Rockfish. Oh ya, and the menu came with a soup and dessert. And of course, white bread. The soup was mild, and delicious in its subtlety. The main courses were both fresh and delicious. The Rockfish was looking at me, when the server brought it out, and he taught me how to cut off the head. We enjoyed our meal and the wifi to figure out our next plan. The dessert was, sad to say, a dollap of yoghurt with a big of raspberry preserve.
We walked on, worked our way back stopping at the store for camping food supplies, then headed out of town to find our camping spot. The town was so busy, we decided to go further outside of town to wild camp. We found a great spot off the road, with a view, that must have been an old logging road. We made dinner and headed to bed in the tent.
We woke on the top bunk at the hostel, a bit sweaty from the lack of airflow in the room. We went out for breakfast, which the owner had set out when we showed our faces, ham and cheese, bread, yogurt, butter and marmalade, hot water for instant coffee or tea. The typical Chilean breakfast. 
Evan chatted with the young Swiss hostel owner, hearing his story about previously working for booking.com and choosing this as his laid back lifestyle. He was a biker, and also rented bikes. We headed out, working our way toward a beach town that the friends had recommended – Pichilemu. Before too long we had arrived, and the town was already busy. We parked the car on a side street that looked legal, and went for a walk along the beach. There was a Surf School just heading out and lots of newbies on boards. There were food stand galore on the main street, selling ceviche, empanadas, and just about everything else you can imagine. There were guys walking the beach with their loot, including strawberries on a stick coated in chocolate. 
We wound our way to a restaurant across town, where the chef was a friend of our last wine guide. The place was called “Comida Rica” or delicious food – and the interior looked about as creative as the name. The food, however we were assured, was high quality, farm/sea to table, from an up and coming chef. We weren’t all that hungry but wanted to try basically everything on the menu, so we settled two each order – Ceviche and Rockfish. Oh ya, and the menu came with a soup and dessert. And of course, white bread. The soup was mild, and delicious in its subtlety. The main courses were both fresh and delicious. The Rockfish was looking at me, when the server brought it out, and he taught me how to cut off the head. We enjoyed our meal and the wifi to figure out our next plan. The dessert was, sad to say, a dollap of yoghurt with a big of raspberry preserve. We walked on, worked our way back stopping at the store for camping food supplies, then headed out of town to find our camping spot. The town was so busy, we decided to go further outside of town to wild camp. We found a great spot off the road, with a view, that must have been an old logging road. We made dinner and headed to bed in the tent.
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