Walking alongside the beach, next to the main avenue of Arturo Prat Chacón, a celebrated war hero that sacrificed his life and his crew in the Pacific War of the late 1800s, you will find yourself surrounded by the the smell of bird life, car alarms and stray dogs. Iquique is wedged between the coast and La Cordillera de la Costa (Chilean Costal Ranges) which allows it to be a haven for surfing and paragliding, making it a premiere beach resort in this country. It is sandy, with the small portion of green vegetation only possible due to the watering force employed each day to hose the areas down. Dilapidated buildings are either used as a squatting house, or regularly mistaken as abandoned. The city's major developments came in the early 1900s due to the mining of saltpetre nearby and in 1975, when the Zone Franca de Iquique, a duty free mall.
On a number of occasions I was told that the people in Iquique live each day as though it is there last, because tomorrow, the largest tsunami will arrive and destroy the city. With that in mind, I wanted to document this city's character.