After almost 10 months of travelling, it was time for us to
do one of the things that Ace had been bugging Gen about the whole trip:
settling down for a whole month in a little surf town somewhere in the middle
of nowhere. With a little bit of research, we picked Mancora because it sounded
like a place that wasn’t yet developed enough to have lost its charm, while
still having more to offer than just good waves. Fortunately, our instincts
were right and Mancora was a perfect spot.
We ended up picking a cute boutique eco-lodge to stay for
the month. Tom, the owner and French architect about our age, did an amazing
job of hosting us and even became a friend to hang out with while we were
there. The lodge was very homey (even though it was made out of donkey dung and
mud!), and there were usually no more than a couple other guests while we were
there. The location was just far enough out of town to be peaceful, but only a
5-minute walk to the beach (although running back barefoot on the scorching hot
sand following an afternoon surf session became the few minutes that Ace learned
to dread everyday). Another big bonus was that Tom’s girlfriend was an amazing
cook so we had yummy breakfasts and even home-cooked dinners when we were
lucky. Plus we got to play with our newest friend Tofu, their adorable little
dog.
Our days in Mancora were very simple (in a good way), with
Ace usually going for a couple surf sessions (unless his shoulder wouldn’t
cooperate, which happened often enough), Gen doing her Insanity workout, some
reading by the pool or at the beach, possibly some yoga or a hard core massage
(the local masseuse was amazingly effective, but incredibly rough… she must have
been half German soldier, half sumo wrestler in a previous life), and being asleep
by about 9pm. Our lodge didn’t have TV, which made for a nice change as it
forced us to entertain ourselves in other ways. Oh – and we must not forget the
multiple trips to the bathroom from our daily routine – we think Mancora must
be the turista capital of South America!
Digestion problems set aside, the food was surprisingly good
for a small surf town. Delicious cheap ceviche, Mexican burritos, and all the
fresh tuna one can imagine - tuna tartar, tuna causa, tuna steak, tuna
tiradito, tuna salad, tuna tuna tuna! This was a pleasant surprise as it’s
fairly important when staying somewhere for such a long time. That said, maybe
we’ve had enough tuna for the next little while J
So overall Mancora was a success, and we feel it
was a great decision to stop somewhere and relax for a whole month before
returning home to the real world in May. But we’re not coming back yet – the
next month is packed with what we hope to be some amazing adventures: visiting
Cusco and Machu Picchu, hiking in the Andes, sand boarding in the desert, lake
Titicaca (the world’s largest high-altitude lake) and the surreal Bolivian salt
flats.
Photos - March 11-April 8: Mancora (Peru)