Sure enough, the morning has brought with it a wild storm. Rain pounded my window all morning as I tried to will it away with more sleep. It would not relent, so eventually I left the comfort of my bed to weather out the storm in the lounge here at Pichilemu Surf Hostal.
The view out the windows is awe inspiring. The tremendous waves crash this way and that, like white horses galloping along the water, eventually either colliding with each other at full speed or rolling head over tail until they disappear under the water. It is a great battle between the constant push of the current and the randomly swirling winds. The windspray off the top of the curling lips seems to be the wind pulling away the fingers of the wave, at times all together disintegrating the wave before it can realize its grand crash. At other times the wind plays the waves against each other, redirecting them towards each other into a brilliant explosion of white frothing sea.
Every now and then I see a nice break with a fantastic barrel, and think I could weather it out on a board. But then the very next wave is a single overhead that closes out right where I would have to sit to catch the previous wave. I can see how this would be a nice place to surf in good weather.
It would be a good deal more interesting if I were not the only one staying here, but there are enough books to keep me busy for ages. Not to mention good music and a fully stocked bar. I will make the most of it and head back to Santiago tonight.
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