We were desperate for some internet and I woke up with a stomach bug. We thought we could just head to the next town and find a place. It’s never that simple.
We drove up the coast until the road ended. Then, we turned around and detoured inland for another few slow hours on the dirt.
It was a beautiful drive, though I wasn’t really enjoying it and certainly not taking many photos. Wildflowers blanketed the countryside and entire fields were yellow, red or blue. By lunchtime, I’d developed a fever.
A bit of a rough travel day – I guess they can’t all be good.
We finally made it to Pichilemu, a cool surfing town. And just as we pulled into some cabanas near the beach, I started feeling better. Funny how that works.