Las Arenas de Mancora

... the srufers, and the horses. We thought about surfing (having a lesson) but there were too many surfers and not enough space to do it in... saw a lot of bumping into each other.. and the waves were pretty rough, so we decided against it... even swimming was quite exhausting as the undercurrent kept trying to pull you under, and then the waves would crash around you! Fun, but tiring!<br><br>WE bought some fruit from the local fruit man... will have a competition to see if ...

... although the sun gets through my vest and leaves a mark where my bra is, very scary) but my shoulders, arms and neck tanned, despite slapping on factor 30. We think dave has reacted to it though, as he has a fat lip (nothing to do with me officer) and a bit of a rash on his neck, so it's back to the factor 25 cream for him.<br><br>This morning we hopped in a mototaxi (aka tuk tuk) with Shirley who works on reception, to go to the mercado to buy food. We've bought some ...

... old city about a mile away! At least we have a sign heading in the right direction.<br>Out into the green covered mountains there are fir and eucalyptus trees here. Once again it is great riding in the mountains, up and down with twists and turns through ever changing valleys. In one valley it is bare rock and semi dessert, in the next we see mist and cloud rolling in and it is filled with cloud forest, banana ...

... on a kite-surfing holiday. They of course bought us drinks, and the remainder of the night consisted of more drinking, a whole lot of dancing, making some new friends, and finally heading to bed at around 6am. Good times. <br>And the next morning was when we realised our cameras (mine and Barb´s) had been stolen the night before, probably in the nightclub, and out of Barb´s bag. Damn, damn, damn. But of course a trip to South America is not complete ...

... and by request, gave our email addresses to the peruvian authorities.. (still have not received any emails or facebook invitations from them) and got back into the bus for the rest of the drive.<br>Got into Piura about 7am.. was the busiest place we´ve ever seen at 7am.. and walked up and donw the road with our packs asking for directions to the bus company that ran busses to the coast. Arrived in Mancora about 11am and Russ was exausted ...

... too. After cooking in every night in Lima we decided to splash out on a couple of nice meals, which personally included a lovely steak, a delicious swordfish steak and an unbelievable tuna steak. Mmmm, steak. The latter ******* spent four days eluding me - it was probably the thing I was most looking forward to in Mancora after four and a half months of wanting one (not to mention the disastrous munch we got on our first day here when my ...

Mancora is a small town in northern Peru stretching along 3km of the Pan-American Highway. I was awake when the man sitting next to me on the bus motioned to me that the next stop was for Mancora. I, along with a couple of other backpackers, got off. It was still dark as it was only after 5 in the morning, but daylight was starting to creep through. I looked around for a taxi to take me to Hospedaje Crillon, but there were none. There were only ...