Posted: February 11th, 2010 | Author: Mike | Filed under: Travel Blog | Tags: iquique, northern chile, playa cavancha | No Comments »

In the north of Chile, merely hours from the Peruvian border, there lies an oasis – a city nestled snugly between steep, sandy hills and turquoise blue waters. A quaint town home to buildings wearing weathered colors from years of steamy sun and salty breezes. Stroll down any street and encounter the charm of its hole-in-the-wall food stands serving up massive sandwiches packed with meats, avocado and a variety of fresh ingredients to satisfy any hunger. Spend a week there and you are guaranteed five days of blue skies. Spend one night day there and you won`t want to leave…
10/4/10 – 10:00am. Arica, Chile. In the manner in which we had been travelling thus far, Keating leafs through a lonely planet searching for our next destination. He hands me the book and points to the section titled ¨Iquique.¨ The description paints a picture of sunny days, sandy beaches and world class surf breaks. And so by chance we come to know our home for the next two and a half months.
Upon arriving in Iquique we cab it straight to the lonely planet recommended hostel. There aren’t any double rooms available so we settle for a 6 person mixed suite and experience the dorm setting for the first time. We aren`t thrilled, but the room is clean and the location can’t be beat – steps from Playa Cavancha, Iquique`s main swimming beach.
The following morning we stumble downstairs and Tanja, the girl working reception, asks if we will be staying another night. We book another night. After a week of repeating this ritual Keating and I start to reply with, ¨We are never leaving.¨ By our second week she stops asking.
A few months have passed since my stay in Iquique and I miss it. There aren`t tons of things to do there, but, for me, it was a perfect environment – great food, relaxed atmosphere, beautiful beaches, not touristy. After telling other backpackers how long I had been at the hostel I had trouble answering the inevitable follow up question of ¨What have you been doing?!¨ I always struggled to put into words exactly what was keeping me in Iquique. Responding with ¨the weather is beautiful¨ or ¨the beach is great¨ sounded ridiculous even to me.
To start, Backpacker`s Hostel Iquique is by far the best hostel I have stayed at. The rooms are cleaned daily, which is makes a huge difference, especially when sharing a room with dirty, hippy backpackers. It`s across the street from the beach. It has multiple balconies, a roof deck for scouting the surf, a bar, comfortable common areas and both a ping pong and pool table. The staff, with whom we became friends, was awesome. The hostel always attracted a great crowd – some cancelled multiple bus tickets to extend their stay.
A few highlights include the futbol riot, bare hand crabbing then making homemade jaiva (crab) empanadas, surf lessons with Lalo, dancing at Costa Varua disco, watching Julio cook the most delicious food, seeing La Pimienta (a Beatles/classic rock cover band), playing ping pong for hours on end, eating completos, charasscos and pichangas at Bam Bams, drinking urbanos, watching the sunset from the roof deck, watching the sun rise from the roof deck after a great night, the Halloween gipsy/ hippy BBQ, partying with the band at Chris Thompson`s house, going to a birthday party in Los Verdes hippy commune, playing Geneva (and dominating), lifting at the beach gym and schoperia hopping.