Chile - Pichilemu

There was a candy when I was little, and I remember it from that time, the smell of ocaliptus. I never thought I'd walk through the forests of Ocaliptus. After San Antonio, we continue our journey to Pichilemu. We've arranged our route so that we can travel a little bit from the beac hand a little bit from the mountains so that we can travel through the forests much more easily. By relaxed travel, we mean to travel in the fresh air in more natural areas, exposed to less vehicle traffic. When we landed on the Pacific ocean coast from the forests of Ocaliptus, we encountered a long, large beach. When I saw these beaches, I thought of the real people of the Mediterranean and the Aegean ,a much longer, larger coast and more vicious, stronger waves, not gentle. The ocean may be very difficult for small-minded animals, but of course thereis, ,which is very different from the delicate kindness we know as swimming and the sea. Not for a certain swim, but for surfing .As I watched the sea in these thoughts, I thought of the day we went to the beach in Santiago to meet my friends on the beach. When they told me to go to the beach,I was shocked when I bought a swimming shorts, towel. When you say let's go to the beach, usually people in Chile and Peru either mean surfing or going to the beac hand having a drink while sun bathing. We continued to remove our bikes from the buried coastal sands and climb them back in to the mountains.

We have a lot of friendships on the road, new people, travelers, bikes or bikes. Sometimes a great friendship through a hello, sometimes a thousand kinds of friendships without mutual friendship. I never thought we'd meet the first person we met on the road while climbing a coastal hill. Just as I was so far from the beach that I saw someone on a bike packing bike, but I wasn't quite sure if it was 300m or not, but the route is very secluded and almost no road. I rubbed my eyes and when I looked again it was coming towards us even faster. I started waiting for my father and I remember my hands shaking. Sometimes I say to myself, "We travel for happiness that comes without meaning and strange and unprovoked." That was one of those happinesses. I was all sane when I found out he was a Russian and that he was from Ushuaia. As a souvenir, we continued our journey after a few photos. I laugh every time I think of it, and I'm surrounded by unprovoked happiness.

We're almost at Pichilemu. This is a popular destination for surf enthusiasts. It's got a steep rock beach, but the long, wide waves can rise three or four times the human height. He said there were surf festivals at certain times of the year, including Jose, who we met on couchsurfing and hosted us at his hostel. It's a lovely seaside town and a very well-known tourist destination. My dad and I had enough time to go out with some friends. The locals were heavily living off forests and ocaliptus trees, but with tourism, business opportunities expanded a little more, but people complained about the cost of life and income inequality in general. Before we leave this beautiful town behind and move on, we play something in ourselves with the Anatolian ney and cura that we brought with us, the people in the hostel where we stayed and continue with these beautiful memories.