Blogs from Máncora, Piura, Peru, South America - page 12

well... we managed to cross the border safely at Huaquillas. Luckily we were able to travel most of the day...I must say there was a lot going outside my window...It would have been great to stop off some of the towns...lots of bannana plantations...it took me a while to realize why the bananas were covered with what appeared to be a blue think layer of plastic (open at the bottom end)...later I saw a plane spraying pesticide over the plantations... a place where people also had their houses...a place where their children played and families gathered. throughout the ride I saw these blue plastic bags on the side of the road... we have spent two nights here in Mancora, a great beach town. Dan and I went shopping at the local grocery market and got some ... read more

Our last stop in Peru was a small coastal town called Mancora where we spent 5 days lying on the beach. The weather was nice everyday and got to about 30 degrees. Here both surfing and kite-surfing are really popular. Nuestra ultima parada en Peru era en un pueble pequeño que se llama Mancora donde pasamos 5 dias tomando el sol en la playa. El tiempo era buena cada dia con unos 30 grados. Aqui se puede hacer el surfing y kite-surfing tambien.... read more

With our last night bus journey finally over (Hurray!!) we arrived in Mancora bright and early (6.00am) and lwere iterally thrown off the bus straight in to the hands of a baying mob of tuk-tuk drivers! After holding them off for a while we were finally approached by an unusually polite and patient "tukkie" who took it upon himself to make a number of recommendations as to where we should stay. However, Suzz had seen a place on the internet which looked pretty nice so we decided to take try here first. However, on arrival it seemed a bit pricey so we decided to take the "tukkie's" advice and off we chugged to another place which was way, way out of town. In the end we went back to the first one, Buena Vista apartments, ... read more

I dive under the surface, feeling the cool water flow across my closed eyes. The beach is crowded, as Mancora often is, but I have found a quiter place where I have space to relax in the waves. I keep track of my bags, as I´ve left them alone on the sand, away from the crowds and opportunistic eyes. There are a few people about so I don´t think it strange to see two young men approaching. We introduce ourselves and struggle through a Spanish conversation. I´m still mindful of my bags on the sand and keep an eye on them between the pounding of the waves. The two guys, around 18 years old and I agree to meet later for a drink. We say goodbye and they jog off down the beach. I wade about ... read more

When i arrived back in Mancora with Jimmy and Alex, i was keen to start enjoying simple luxuries that were not available during our time roughing it. Lobitos had been cheap living, so i figured i would treat myself for a few days. I thought about asking Jimmy if he wanted to share a room to try and keep the cost down a bit. However, knowing Jimmy was still suffering with the same severe case of bum gravy i had the pleasure of experiencing during my time sharing a room while Pete suffered with the same problem in Lobitos. (I will leave the full story for pete to tell, but lets just say that after listening to the noise and choking on the smell of petes anal explosions, i wasn´t keen to repeat the experience with ... read more