After a night back in Santiago to recharge somewhat backfires with a pisco-fuelled night out with the Beya brothers & friends, crawl onto the late bus to Pichilemu feeling considerably below average. Arrive with the last light showing 2 footers reeling down the point. Local guys are frothing on the sand bank here at the moment with ‘better than lobos’ calls being thrown around. Even with a bumpy little swell its looking perfect. Pumped for the early!