Mancora, Peru 17th-19th December 2012 (trying to catch up!!)
After the worst bus journey of the trip so far, it was great just to arrive somewhere to a smile from a moto-taxi driver, who took us on a 5 minute trip down the road to our new home for 2 nights, the wonderful Kokopelli Hostel- yes- with swim-up bar!
I’m not even sure why it was so appealing to me, but something about sitting at a table waist high in chlorinated water appealed, so even though we never had a drink at the swim-up bar (the normal bar sufficed), I was excited to have it there as an option!
The hostel was very close to the beach, everywhere in Mancora was close to the beach, the town consisted of a main street parallel to the beach with a grid system of roads between 1-8 blocks deep on either side of the main street, one side greeted by the beach. There was no post box or post office- it’s that small!
Both mornings in Mancora we enjoyed our breakfast at “green eggs and Ham” restaurant on their balcony over-looking the golden sandy beach watching the surfers, body boarders, kite surfers, sun bathers and flocks of pelicans flying over.
The beach was the main attraction here so I treated myself to a new bikini and we wandered up and down the beach enjoying the happy, relaxed atmosphere, seeing the crabs scuttling back into their holes as we approached.
We came across a couple of guys practicing on a slack-line tied to 2 palm trees, so we asked to have a go- as you do. It is an awful lot harder than you imagine, I blame the HUGE distance between the trees making the slack-line more slack than normal, but I was incredibly bad at it.
Our friends from Huanchaco and Lima came up on the last day we had in Mancora so we had a full day of lounging by the pool and sun bathing, finally a tan is appearing. Poolside was also where we witnessed the hostel giant Jenga record being almost beaten and gorged ourselves on delicious Chaufa (mountains of fried rice with vegetables and anything else you care to throw in)– I’m in a bikini, but there’s no bikini diet in sight. We also enjoyed the bar, even if it wasn’t the swim up one as everyday there was a cocktail of the day to try, worth a mention was the Piscojito, yummy.
One alarming event happened in this paradise. We noticed a plume of smoke coming up from one of the streets between the main road and the beach and went to investigate. There were lots of people in that area, some crying, most just standing staring at the little wooden shack that had caught fire. All of the neighbours’ houses were at huge risk and 2 men were standing on a truck trying to extinguish the fire with buckets of water which didn’t seem to be getting them anywhere. It was sad to see the families from those houses crying in the street. Our guess was a cooking fire had gone out of control, but it could’ve been anything. The smoke eventually stopped in the sky, but we’re not sure how many other houses were damaged in the event. Makes you thankful for a decent fire service back home.
Unfortunately we had to leave the dream team behind to celebrate Christmas and continue our travels into Ecuador with just each other for company. After waiting for our bus that was an hour late, we embarked upon 3 bus journeys through the night (complete with one crazy border crossing) to get to our next stop- Vilcabamba, where people live extraordinarily long lives- they say it’s the water.
Ciao for now!