Mancora, Peru
3 - 7 April
We arrived at 5.30am, blurry eyed, and took a rickshaw to our hostal and crashed... The next day, determined to be based at the beach front, we wondered around the town trying to find alternative accomodation. Unfortunately due to the Easter weekend everything was doubling in price so we decided to stay put at La Posada.
Our days were spent at the beach with our little gang including Ollie, who soon became our roomie; Swedish Martin;
Israeli Roy; Swedish Immi and Irish Johnny; and our favourites Ryan and Crazy Dave (the hot surfers from the bus!). Nicky took a couple of surfing lessons while Gayle attended Yoga sessions at Thomas and Louisa's Lodge. The sunsets were never to be missed as a low cloud on the horizon reflected the sun as it sets creating incredible shapes - squares, mushrooms, hourglass... Most evenings we met up with Thomas and Louisa for our "seven o clock supper dates". Bonfires on the beach in the evening were a magnet for gringos and locals alike and we met a couple of interesting characters - an American who lost his American accent and gained an Irish one after working a couple of weeks in Loki. In true ignorant style this gem could not believe that being white we were from South Africa (ever heard of Apartheid?). A local also tried his luck romancing Gayle with tempting offers of moonlit walks on the beach, whispering sweet nothings in her ear ("What is your city like? Do you have roads?"), and trying to impress her with his daredevil firethrowing tricks. Alas, all in vain.
The Easter weekend brought many locals to Mancora and the big event of the week was the Full Moon Party/Rave. It was a big night, more so for some that others - Gayle's enthusiastic dance moves landed her on the floor and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she had cut her head open especially after being reassured by Ryan that everything was ok. It was only when Dr Fredericks noticed her blood soaked shirt and blood trickling down her neck that she was marched outside for a cleaning and inspection. Convinced that his wasn't a problem Gayle was determined to go back to the party but the Dr dragged her home for a proper sterile cleaning and some overnight compression bandaging.
On our last night, what seems to have unintentionally become a tradition, we had another all-nighter. A group of us took over the Luna Bar with crazy dancing, conversations with Ollie about Aliens, teaching Roy how to smile (spaghetti!). When the bar closed the owner drove us to a rustic beach house in the middle of nowhere with the DJ from the previous nights rave mixing, a green strobe light pulsing, and us embracing the spirit of the night...
3 - 7 April
We arrived at 5.30am, blurry eyed, and took a rickshaw to our hostal and crashed... The next day, determined to be based at the beach front, we wondered around the town trying to find alternative accomodation. Unfortunately due to the Easter weekend everything was doubling in price so we decided to stay put at La Posada.Our days were spent at the beach with our little gang including Ollie, who soon became our roomie; Swedish Martin;
Israeli Roy; Swedish Immi and Irish Johnny; and our favourites Ryan and Crazy Dave (the hot surfers from the bus!). Nicky took a couple of surfing lessons while Gayle attended Yoga sessions at Thomas and Louisa's Lodge. The sunsets were never to be missed as a low cloud on the horizon reflected the sun as it sets creating incredible shapes - squares, mushrooms, hourglass... Most evenings we met up with Thomas and Louisa for our "seven o clock supper dates". Bonfires on the beach in the evening were a magnet for gringos and locals alike and we met a couple of interesting characters - an American who lost his American accent and gained an Irish one after working a couple of weeks in Loki. In true ignorant style this gem could not believe that being white we were from South Africa (ever heard of Apartheid?). A local also tried his luck romancing Gayle with tempting offers of moonlit walks on the beach, whispering sweet nothings in her ear ("What is your city like? Do you have roads?"), and trying to impress her with his daredevil firethrowing tricks. Alas, all in vain.
The Easter weekend brought many locals to Mancora and the big event of the week was the Full Moon Party/Rave. It was a big night, more so for some that others - Gayle's enthusiastic dance moves landed her on the floor and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she had cut her head open especially after being reassured by Ryan that everything was ok. It was only when Dr Fredericks noticed her blood soaked shirt and blood trickling down her neck that she was marched outside for a cleaning and inspection. Convinced that his wasn't a problem Gayle was determined to go back to the party but the Dr dragged her home for a proper sterile cleaning and some overnight compression bandaging.
On our last night, what seems to have unintentionally become a tradition, we had another all-nighter. A group of us took over the Luna Bar with crazy dancing, conversations with Ollie about Aliens, teaching Roy how to smile (spaghetti!). When the bar closed the owner drove us to a rustic beach house in the middle of nowhere with the DJ from the previous nights rave mixing, a green strobe light pulsing, and us embracing the spirit of the night...
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