Mancora, Peru. Surfpad.

Kara says:

Mancora. A small beach resort on the far north coast of Peru near the Ecuadorian border. We're just chilling out some more and continuing to do basically nothing, long lunches on the beach, coctels, sunsets... I used my birthday as an excuse. And now I'm really too old to be chasing 'round doing things so just have to take it easy.

It's a little one street town. The one street being full of restaurants and bars (prawns! calamari! Thai food!). Also lots of sand, dust and tuk-tuks. We answered the question "can we fit the two of us, two big rucksacks, two small backpacks and Karl's guitar in a tuk-tuk?". Happily for both us and the driver the answer is yes. Also see photo of the other high quality taxi available.

We have the best room in the world (ok, in Mancora) overlooking the beach at the surf break so we've been just sitting on the balcony critiquing the surfers for hours on end. Photo of Karl, in rare multitasking mode, playing guitar while keeping a close eye on the break.

Karl's had some surfs. He's acquired a new nick-name among the surfer kids - "Papi", ie. dad or grandad, so it's good bye Gaucho Karl hello Papi. The surfing etiquette rules here are...there are no rules! Surprise, surprise. It's crazy out there, everyone's dropping in on everyone (also Karl tells me they "snake" all the time) all the time and i can't believe they don't kill each other more often. I swear they're not just trying to make a point when they buzz another surfer, they look like they're really making an effort to slice off limbs with their fins. Thankfully though, Papi survived.

Other photos of: sign outside our hotel prohibiting most people (including those darned hippies) from entering, Karl chilling at a restaurant, Karl's favourite menu (based on pictures alone - what would you order?), Karl attempting to look manly while drinking a piña colada on my birthday, sunset (we've been doing alot of sunset-watching lately), perfectly peeling/pealing (?) waves, and if you look really closely at the picture of nothing you'll see there's a surfer on the wave and if you look really really closely you'll see that the surfer is Karl, and Karl in backpacker mode with his bags about to leave our hotel.











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  1. UnknownJune 18, 2009 at 7:00 AM

    Regarding the menu: Is it a tiny lady humping a normal-sized beer, or a gigantic beer being humped by a normal-sized lady.

    Either arrangement is good in my book!

    Catch yas soon enough!

    -Nathan

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  2. CloudJune 18, 2009 at 11:07 PM

    Personally I prefer my beer unhumped - by minature ladies or otherwise.

    I'm still not convinced of Papi Karlito's surf adventures - the pictures are too small to confirm if it is actually him on the waves.

    You both look like you are (still) having a fantastic time. Glad Kara got to thaw out for her birthday too. I got the distinct impression that the higher altitudes don't agree with her.

    If you want to know what's happening for Sam & I back here in Brisbane you can check it out at http://cranky-old-lady.blogspot.com

    Cloud

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