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New yeas eve and leaving Cuzco
... the rents. We chatted to Lucy's mum and dad for a bit before ringing off as it was quite late back in the u.k. We had previously seen a dominos from our last visit to Lima so we decided to get some delivered to our hostel, the girl on reception done the deed of ringing and we patiently waited in our room for it to be delivered. When it arrived we were Iike two kids at Christmas eagerly waiting to unwrap their gifts. The pizza was ok and definitely gave us a taste of ...
Leaving the orphanage and checking into Loki
... one day with our own kids to which a shriek of laughter came from all the girls. We said our goodbyes and headed to Loki to check in and say hi to our pal Shir. When we arrived we checked in and We're taken to our room to drop off our bags, our room wasn't ready so we sat at the bar for a drink. To our surprise we found shir sat on one of the sofas looking rather ill. Apparently she had been ill for a few days and was mourning the departure of our other friend Rich!! She was ...
Lazy Days at La Playa
... however, and instead chose a fabulous resort just south of the city called Hotel Las Pocitas. Luckily it was only a short (but bumpy) moto ride away from town. We definitely chose the right place as it had amazing ambiance: the coconut trees, the inviting pool, the latin dance music, and the fabulous tiki-hut bar all made for the quintessential beach get-away. Our cabana was ten feet away from the sand ...
Fun in the sun
... our remaining hour before we got the buss to Mancora. We wandered down the beach and on the way decided that we feel at home in big cities (which is something I personally never thought would happen) we sat on the beach for a while, Lima reminds me of a grotty version of Brighton. The beach is pebbley and it has a pier but there are a lot of surfers in the sea. It a fairly good temperature today and we are quite excited about getting to Mancora, we checked the weather ...
Into the tropical waters of Mancora
... was a thorough going over by an army / police check. Probably more thorough than any we've experienced so far. It took us a while to get across the fact that we were tourists despite having been in South America for over a year now. The female police officer was particularly concerned at the number of borders we had crossed and seemed convinced we were working here.
After a dragging day in the heat ...


