Hotel CasaBarco Mancora

... even all over!!! <br>But basically been surfing, sunbathing and chilling out after the long and really quiet tiring last couple of weeks (traveling is not like a holiday its actually quite hard work especially alone and especially the distances I have done in the short time period).. <br><br>Well when I get to a place with a decent Internet connection I will update the Matchu Pitchu post and put some photos up.<br><br>

... man´s cafe, the guy who had pointed us in the right direction for the hotel!<br><br>we then walked up and down the beach, Al tried to make me run around the headland when the tide was coming in, but I refused (I was too scared...!) However, we then ran under the pier whilst the tide was coming in, and it was longer than I thought... so got a bit wet (!) we had lunch , tummy still not right, but getting better... we then spent the afternoon wasatching the kite surfers ...

... the beautiful Pacific ocean. We had an awesome thatched bungalow to ourselves complete with deck chairs, a hammock and a little patch of grass outside, ideal for whiling away the hours in the sun with a book!<br><br>With such a low emphasis on activity here, there isn't really a lot to report... Days entailed waking up to the sound of crashing waves, going back to sleep, waking again to the sound of rumbling tummies and heading for breakfast. Then it was ...

... has an added bonus, a small swimming pool, so small in fact you couldn't ACTUALLY swim in it, but most people just laze around it anyway, which is probably what I will do later today. <br><br>My legs are 'dos colores' as our guide richard shouted when he saw me roll up my trousers to get into the boat in Pto lopez, very brown below my shorts mark and very white above. In fact, I have a real workman's tan, my sandals leave brown marks on my feet, my vest keeps my torso white ...

... first hostal we booked to hopefully meet up with Ben.<br><br>As we rolled into Kimbas´ Bungalows who did we see over the top of the fence none other than our good friend Ben Anders. Having never travelled in this manner I did not fully understand how relieving and exciting it is to run into a friend from home. I will not bore you with the horrible undertaking that was our check in, the lady running the desk was a real ***** for lack of a better term. The only ...

Sophie: Well, I think we should start with writing about the bus rides out of Ecuador. What was your experience?<br><br>Evan: I really liked the first bus to Cuenca. The scenery was beautiful in the light from the setting sun. The seats were pretty comfortable and the movies pretty unobtrusive. I really liked the ice cream cone from the indigenous woman at that one stop... Helado de Paila strawberry and vanilla dipped in chocolate - yum.<br><br ...

We get the bikes down the steps and into the street to load up, it raised a lot of interest with 3 or 4 locals who gathered to watch and question!<br><br>Here we go again another big city to get out of with not real maps and precious little in the way of road signs. We head back the way we came in and find the Pan Am highway sign and then it disappears. 45 minutes later and we are riding the right road, just above ...

... and drinking sangria as the sun went down, having a nice nap, and by 10pm we were on the hunt for street burgers for dinner, and a return to the previous night´s bar for more of those delicious cocktails. <br>And this is where the nights events began. <br>We were managing to keep to ourselves a little (still catching up on events of the previous two months), drinking our passionfruit sours, when we were approached by three boys from New York who were in ...

Took a night bus out of Ecuador and got woken up at 3am to get out of the bus and cross the bridge by foot into Peru &amp; to get our passports stamped. They asked us for our entry cards that we were given when we first arrived in Ecuador, but Russ had put them into his Bermuda triangle pocket and he couldn´t find it. I was freaking out a bit, but it ended up being not such a big deal. Stepped over the peruvians sleeping at the immigration ...

... My main gripe about the place was that they operate one of those cursed tab systems, which can lead to wanton spending. Also, the bar seemed to be haunted by some kind of poltergeist or something - I could've sworn I saw glasses and bottles moving around of their own accord, and even a bin bag at one stage. I guess I must've spent too long in the sun or something... Apart from sun worship and a little partying, we also fed ourselves rather ...