Pichilemu, Chile is a small surfer town a three hour bus journey from Santiago. I went to a surfer hostel to find it was locked and there no-one there at all. Turns out they’d all gone surfing. So I found a guesthouse place called something like the Surf Hotel. This place had no surfboards and not much advice beyond telling me to rent one on the beach. At least I had a private room.
The next day I found someone at the surf hostel to let me in and managed to rent a board, wetsuit, and booties (the wetsuit equivalent of shoes). Pichilemu surfing was brutal. The waves were strong enough that paddling out behind the best ones took all of my energy. It took more than all of it, I couldn’t make it. I gave up and started riding them when I could. Without being big they somehow managed to be difficult to stand up on. The Chilean water was bracing and made me miss Ecuador’s warm beaches and food poisoning. I lasted two nights in Pichilemu.