Maniacs in Mancora
Trip Start
Feb 16, 2006
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Trip End
Feb 16, 2009
Mancora,
Peru
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
First on the agenda was an ice cold beer and a decent meal. Our friends from Chicama (Chris, Katrina, Arn, Chantelle) were also staying in Mancora so we organised to have a few drinks and a meal with them.
The girls took us to a nice little restaurant on the main street that supposedly did a great pasta and fish skewer deal. The meal was superb. The fish skewers entree was unreal and I think I could probably have eaten about 30. Then the pasta came out with so many fresh prawns you could hardly see the pasta. It was one of the best dishes I have ever eaten. That could be why Nick and I ate it for dinner every night we stayed in Mancora
2 x 1 cocktails just outside the hotstel.
.Mancora was pretty much a one street town filled with little bars and eateries which are packed with tourists most of the time. Nick and I had a nice little room with private bathroom and cable tv. The room also unfortunately had paper thin walls that our rabbit neighbors reminded us of 3 - 4 times a day at all hours.
We decided Saturday would be party night so we strapped on our dancing boots and about 3pm and cracked our first beer. There wasn't really any nightclubs in Mancora but there were plenty of bars down the main strip to keep us happy until the wee hours.
Somehow whilst drinking with a bunch of locals I met up with a guy named Jaque who had some unbelievable stories. When Pablo finally closed the bar Jaque said that he owned a resort about 25 mins out of town which we could all head back to for an after party. Nick and I were a bit apprehensive but all the locals said it was legit so we jump in the truck and headed off.
The drive seemed to take forever but we soon turned off the main road and onto dirt. Nick and I were both looking at each other thinking this could easily be Missing Gringo Alley. The lights of the truck eventually found the main entrance and we headed in through the gates
DJ booth
. When the car finally stopped outside Jaques bungalow we just sat there speechless. Jaque had failed to mention he was a millionaire and his resort was more like the Hyatt than a caravan park.We spent the rest of the night and early morning listening to his crazy life stories about fishing in comps in Mexico, almost being a golf pro, killing a man in Lima and spending years in jail, while Jaques mixed us drinks at his bar.
The hours after this were all a little blurry but I soon found myself riding home through the desert in the back of a motorcycle taxi at 3pm in the afternoon. One of the craziest nights Ive had.
Nick and I went to Mancora to kick back and party. Believing we had achieved this we thought it best to move on. So feeling worse for wear we hit the beaten track into Ecuador.
