There’s not much to say about Arica.  A town of about 200,000 people perched at the northern point of Atacama and a stone’s throw from the border with Peru the town is dusty, heaving with backpackers and trucks moving north or south. The one amazing thing about Arica however is the surfing.


Over the years, in one job or another I’ve heard many excuses (perhaps some of them reasons)  to put off what people describe as the ‘travel trip of a life time’. Many, many people sit at their desks and express a desire, usually somewhat vague, to ‘travel’. They confess their dissatisfaction in hushed tones at the …