From what I heard before, the spot was located in a remote place and it wasn’t easy to get there… I was a bit confused with the information I had… but actually, Pacasmayo village is well connected to Trujillo, the closest big town (100 Kms. away).
The trip to get there was very simple. I was travelling alone, with my windsurf and SUP gear. I flew to Lima, where I found some other IWT riders coming straight from the Baja event. The fact that there was a competition was not my motivation to go, but it was a good opportunity for me to participate in the event, why not? I could already feel that it was a very special competition atmosphere, relaxed and friendly, I liked that. We flew together to Trujillo and then a transfer picked us up and we drove to Pacasmayo. That was it. Easy.
The immensity of the desert landscapes on the road was overwhelming. The silence was palpable and it was hard to stay awake with the monotone view, until the magic started. The road began to cross green and dry areas alternatively. As if the land was painted in green and yellow stripes between the coast and the Andes mountains. The mountains are located parallel to the coast, so wherever there is a river finding its way to the ocean, there will be a green valley, and of course, a village.
The contrast of colours was very powerful! Trees, plants, fruits, kids, markets, noise, people wearing bright colours, horses, colourful houses, trucks, smells…. A few seconds later, silence. Greys, yellows, dunes, hills and rocky mountains. The smallest presence of colour in this bleak landscape stuck out dramatically. The contrasts were hypnotic. The pink t-shirt of the person walking in the shoulder of the endless road through the desert or a Circus poster in an empty wall in a grey landscape was attractive enough to keep us awake, admiring and taking photos of everything.