We continued our drive north towards Iquequi. The road is squeezed in between the ocean and the 600m high hills.
The ruins of the once flourishing Guano town Guanillos.
A castle was built which no one seems to know who owns it. They had a dream....
My first attempt of a 4x3 12 shot stitch.... a few holes.
Our camp right down on the beach just above high tide mark. We did check the tide table to make sure no king tide was nigh. 
Our evenings find.