Finally, after much traversing through the Pacific, land ho!
In spite of the long distances traveled, we had arrived ahead of schedule. Not by much, just a couple hours, but it didn’t matter.
We were told to hang out and wait at anchor.
So close, yet so far.
So we were stuck, waiting for the swells to lay down as we watched the sun set and the city light up.
Then, just as all of the jokes about using the small boat as a water taxi were starting to receive serious consideration, we got the green light to go ahead.
The rest of the evening was spent docking and dealing with logistical issues, but come morning, we were temporary landlubbers again!
The next couple of days were spent offloading gear and exploring the town by foot.
While perhaps not quite as impressive as other cities in South America, Arica’s street art game was still strong.
Located in one of the driest regions of the world, Arica is nestled in a tiny coastal valley and only has even remnants of greenery thanks to seasonal ice melt from the Andes.
Due to its size, the city only has so much to offer, but is far from boring. If pressed for time, however, the entire place can be viewed from the top of a quick hike up the nearest hill:
All in all, not a bad little place to make a quick port call.
But next on the agenda in a long flight back to Seattle!
A little bit of leave time, then I’ll be hitting the books for a couple of training courses. Looking forward to seeing what they have to offer!