Mancora, Peru -- Sun gods paradise
Trip Start
Oct 23, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 18, 2008
Mancora is truly a special place. It is this gorgous beach town with one road -- the Pan-Am. It might be half a mile long. Mountainous sand dunes behind us and gorgous beaches as far as the eye can see. It still not developed and only a handful of buildings are over one story tall. No huge hotel chains or restaraunts, just alot of travelers, hippies and burnedout locals.
We got in late our first night, found a beautiful hostel run by a minister, I think, overlooking the ocean. We got some food and went to bed. A couple hours later Kali started getting sick again. Poor girl was up most of the night in the bathroom and stayed in bed a large part of the next few days. SheŽs such a trooper though. She still went out to the beach in between trips to the bathroom. And she took her first swim in the Pacific. Kali says that the water is much warmer than it ever is in Maine.
We watched surfers, octopus hunters, and Peruvian families play in the sun and sand. Luckily, it was MancoraŽs 100 year anniversary when we were there and the party raged until 4am -- right outside our hostel. WeŽve started accumulating several friends on our travels. WeŽll see them in one town and a few days/weeks later weŽll run into them again. As it turns out, many of us showed up in Mancora at the same time and our last night 6 or 7 of us went out for drinks -- well, pisco shots.
Pisco is an alcohol of about 90 proof which is distilled from grapes. Its quite strong on its own but can be left in a jar in the sun for several months with different fruits and leaves in it to give it a different flavor. W
It was a great night and we were very sad to go, though maybe I had one to many pisco shots with coca leaves.
As we sat at the bus station, waiting for our bus to arrive, a family walked by. I said hi, to the boy and he gave us high fives. The father reaches his hand out to me and gives me a half smoked joint. I quickly discarded it.
We got on the bus, and headed out into the desert. We were in Mancora for 4 days and we could have stayed a life time. A truly special, special place.
We got in late our first night, found a beautiful hostel run by a minister, I think, overlooking the ocean. We got some food and went to bed. A couple hours later Kali started getting sick again. Poor girl was up most of the night in the bathroom and stayed in bed a large part of the next few days. SheŽs such a trooper though. She still went out to the beach in between trips to the bathroom. And she took her first swim in the Pacific. Kali says that the water is much warmer than it ever is in Maine.
We watched surfers, octopus hunters, and Peruvian families play in the sun and sand. Luckily, it was MancoraŽs 100 year anniversary when we were there and the party raged until 4am -- right outside our hostel. WeŽve started accumulating several friends on our travels. WeŽll see them in one town and a few days/weeks later weŽll run into them again. As it turns out, many of us showed up in Mancora at the same time and our last night 6 or 7 of us went out for drinks -- well, pisco shots.
Pisco is an alcohol of about 90 proof which is distilled from grapes. Its quite strong on its own but can be left in a jar in the sun for several months with different fruits and leaves in it to give it a different flavor. W
It was a great night and we were very sad to go, though maybe I had one to many pisco shots with coca leaves.
As we sat at the bus station, waiting for our bus to arrive, a family walked by. I said hi, to the boy and he gave us high fives. The father reaches his hand out to me and gives me a half smoked joint. I quickly discarded it.
We got on the bus, and headed out into the desert. We were in Mancora for 4 days and we could have stayed a life time. A truly special, special place.
