Chicama.  

  Surfing Chicama was always a dream of mine.   Even though it was only knee high, I had to go out.  I did not want to go back to the states and tell my friends I surfed Peru, but missed Chicama.  I would have never heard the end of it.    It was small, but the waves are like a machine.  Rolling in perfectly.   I caught a few good ones.

In the picture the point looks long, but around the edge of the tip it goes on for what like seems forever.  I was blown away at how big it was.  You could tell that the stories of 5 minute rides had to be true.   This was the only picture I got.