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Published: December 19th 2006
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Mancora
The Beach 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 Jimmy). I was happy to splash out on my own room. It was worth the extra couple of quid just so i only had to smell my own farts for a couple of days.
I opted to stay in a place next to Sol y mar (where I had stayed on the first visit). Again i was in a great location. I had cable
Papa Mo´s
Ice cream sunday´s & Milkshakes. Yum! tv. Private room with en suite, but unfortunately still no hot water. I hadn't had a hot shower since leaving Ecuador and would have happily paid more to be able to enjoy such a simple pleasure. As i type this i can hear Emma screaming.
"NO HOT WATER IN PERU..... WHAT??"
Don't worry.... Calm down!! Hot water is at the top of my tick list when i start to look for places for us to stay in January. After a quick flick through the TV channels, i cant find any porn, so i put on the channel playing surfing films. I shower, shave and then head to the beach for a surf check, milkshake and chocolate sunday at papa mo´s milk bar.
The waves were looking promising. They were much bigger than anything i had seen the week before. The first northerly swell of the season was due to hit (I had been waiting for a northerly swell since arriving in Ecuador) and the waves should be really good by morning. The sensible thing to do would have been to get an early night, ready for a dawn patrol in the morning. I had spent the last 5 days
Low tide mancora
Small waves at mancora doing exactly that, so decided to hit the Pan Am with Alex and a couple of other people who had come from Lobitos. The night ended in much the same way as my previous night spent on the Pan Am, only without the added effects of anti biotics. I was actually capable of surfing the next morning, which was a good job, because the waves were head high. Sets were thundering off the reef and breaking all the way to the inside. I paddled out to the lineup a bit late at 7am. It was already crowded, but i quickly got a couple of good waves to get the session off to a good start. Jimmy paddled out after 20 minutes and snapped his leash on his first wave. I was paddling back out when i noticed his board washing over the reef (At 7ft long with a naked lady on the deck, its hard to miss). I couldn't help but smile when i saw Jimmy the giant walking over the reef on tip toes. He looked so funny as he made his way to the beach with the water not even coming up to his knees. I paddled to
Mancora
The hang out try and retrieve his board, but was unable to hold on to it as a set came through. As the morning went on more and more people were in the water. There was a large number of local female surfers out. At one point there was nearly as many ladies as there were men. The current female world champion is from Peru, and some of the locals surfed really well. I didn't know it, but one of the girls would later become my nemesis.
When i paddled out in the afternoon, i had just joined the lineup when i noticed one of the local girls trying to stare me out. I had no idea why, but it was clear by the way she was glaring at me that she had a problem. On my first wave she dropped in on me, leaving me to take the set on my head as i paddled back out. Drop ins are frustrating at the best of times, but on a reef break it is even more annoying. It leaves you right in the impact zone, where you Don't want to be, facing a long paddle towards the channel as you watch the culprit enjoy the ride of their life. When i rejoined the lineup, i didn't say anything to the girl. I just smiled as i paddled back into position. When i caught my next wave, again she went to drop in, so i loudly shouted ´Hey!´as i surfed past, incase she hadn't seen me. This is standard practice. The surfer nearest the curl of the wave (Me) has the right of way. similar to when driving a car. If you approach an obstacle on your side of the road, it is the oncoming traffic that has the right of way as you go to overtake. Its the same in surfing. If you are not in position to catch the wave closest to the curl, then you have to wait till there is nobody surfing the wave before you take off. If you don´t, it´s a drop in and is the surfing equivalent of pulling out from a junction in front of someone in your car. When i went for my next wave, the girl paddled from my outside, right in front of me and snaked the wave from under my nose. Again it was my wave, and if i had taken off, i would have run straight over the back of her. Again i just laughed the incident off and took the next wave. When i was paddling back out i noticed her start to paddle for a wave. Realizing by now that the girl is a bit Loco, i paddle wide, away from the take off, to give her as much space as possible to catch the wave. The girl actually looked at me, changed direction and paddled straight into me. She had no intention of catching the wave, but instead wanted it to look like i had got in her way, which was rubbish! She started yelling at me in Spanish, called me a gringo and then splashed me as she paddled off. That was game ball as far as i was concerned. I paddled after her, using a combination of hand gestures and language that is universally understood to get my point across. I couldn't resist the temptation to splash the girl back as i paddled off. Petty i know, but i felt it was justified.
I stayed in Mancora for 4 days. The surf was good and i enjoyed surfing for the last time in warm water before heading back down south. Every time i surfed i would always bump into my new friend. however, it appeared she had now started to hassle some other gringos in the water, so i could concentrate on surfing. Once the swell dropped off i organized to go to Pacasmayo (On the way to huanchaco to meet Pete). Scotty from the surf school in Croyde was there with a mate. I organized to take a night bus from Mancora and meet them at their hostel the next day in time to surf a new southerly swell and hopefully some more good waves. i had heard a lot about the wave at Pacasmayo. According to some people it is one of the longest waves in the world, so i had to check it out!
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Emma
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Ass kicked by a girl
Poor you! sounds like you need be come over to peru and sort her out! hee hee, only joking, sounds like you did it yourself with the girlie splashing when paddling off, petty but satisfying! xxxx