Magical Mancora

From the moment our guide had told us that Mancora was right on the beach and was a top spot in Peru, we had been expecting Heaven on Earth. We weren´t disappointed. We arrived at night so we couldn´t get a good view of the place first up, but it was warm, our hotel was right on the beach, and we could hear the tide lapping the beach.

After a dirty and sweaty trip across from Peru it was straight into the togs and a late night swim to cool down. We were all fairly exhausted from the day of travelling so everyone hit the sack fairly early in anticipation of the day to come.

The morning dawned bright and beautiful, and once I had donned my still wet togs I strolled down to the beach for an early morning dip. The sand was golden and beautiful, the sun was pouring its heat down on the Earth, and the sea looked warm and inviting - plus there were a number of lovely bikini clad women floating around. Like I said, Heaven on Earth!

Our hotel conveniently located by the beach...

A beverage on the beach anyone?

Where the bloody hell are ya?

So began two days of absolute laziness. I spent the whole time moving between the sea, my spot in the shade, the hotel restaurant, and various bouts of beach cricket. We managed to buy a tennis ball in Cuenca and using various bits of driftwood we fashioned some stumps and a bat. No matter where they go in the world, Anglo-Saxons still manage to get in some cricket. Great stuff!

Not much else to report about our activities in Mancora as it was pretty chilled out. When I post photos you´ll get a better idea of the place. It was a great few days of R&R and everyone was pretty sad to get on the night bus to Trujillo.

¡Hola Tortuga!

¡Hola Simon!