Pichilemu, Chile // February 2011
Camping near Pullay, Chile in February. A few short, but wonderful days; surfing, exploring, reading, singing, sleeping and cooking fresh fish on the coals. It doesn't get much better...
Back in February I was privileged to spend some time in Chile with a handful of amazing people, meeting many more of the same along the way. It is a beautiful country, filled with beautiful people and one I hope to spend much more time in.
The second half of our trip was spent on a road trip down the coast, searching for surf. We found an entirely quaint campsite a couple hours south of Constitution, nestled in front of a reeling little left point. Conception, a much larger town still to the south of us, was essentially the epicentre for last year's earthquake, which is in the top-ten most powerful earthquakes ever. Aftershocks were prevalent for the majority of the year following, but had slowed down by the time we arrived, close to its one-year anniversary. As a special bonus however, where we were staying managed to be the epicentre of a solid 7.1 aftershock on the day we chose to explore a large cave on the beach.
It was my first earthquake experience, and quite something to feel the sand vibrating like a treadmill. We watched the beach empty in seconds as the Chileans bolted with memories of the devastation wreaked by the large tsunami still very much in the forefront of their minds. Our little group of Australians just stood on the beach talking about it for a good period of time before slowly walking back to our van, where our drivers were shouting at us to get in so they could race for higher ground.
As we drove up the coastal cliffs hundreds of local families were pulled over on the sides having grabbed anything of importance, shoved into their cars and headed for the hills. It was hard to imagine this existence over the course of a year, the persistent fear that not only could all be crushed or washed away at any time, but that it's almost likely to be the case as the earth's plates in that particular region just won't settle.
The photos above are each two versions of the same farm from a slightly different perspective. It's one we were forced to leave too soon, and that I hope is there to return to after the earth's movements eventually abate.