I went solo to a liitle town on the coast of peru known for chilling out amongst the beach culture.
Its also known for their claim to have the first ever surfers on the planet.
The local fisherman have these boat-canoe typed things woven out of straw.The stand on them and use a paddle to got out to the ocean the do their fishing for me to eat at the local restuarant.
Now to get back in they surf these straw boats back in on the waves.It looks similar to the guy steering at the back of the boat in those big iron-man rigs.Imressive yes and they claim to have been doing this for centurie´s, hence the worlds first wave-riders aka-surfers.
There are also ruins and pyramids here but that is for another day.
So yeah,i rocked into town,immediately got snaffled by a local crazy kid and introduced to the whole town and most travellers there.It was cool,so many good people in such a short space of time.They were all welcoming and interesting and i decided i liked this place and would maybe base myself here for the next month.Thats when i went to check out some accomodation,not a hostel but a house.
There i met Luis,who previously i only knew was a sculptur (and philosopher) with a room to stay.
His house was great,completely rustic with sculptures everywhere and allmost a natural work of art.On top of that luis was a great man with a big smile and also a surfer.Perfect place for me i thought and lodged there before i could even ask.
It was so cool, i ahd a pet turtle that would'nt come out from under my bed unless it wanted to shit right where i walked in my bare feet.(not finished)
