Beach, Beach, Beach

Beach?

You bet. We'd been yearning for the beach since the last time we'd been to the beach so we decided to, yep, you got it, go to the beach.

Máncora is a laid back little beach town that we almost had to ourselves, since its still considered the winter season. We found a great resort on the main beach for, get ready for this, 5 USD a night. With cable, a swimming pool, umbrellas et all. We very quickly adapted to the beach, having a brunch of (good) coffee and (bad) banana bread. I don't know how brunches are beachy but I stand by my statement.

We spent the whole day laying on the beach with breaks for eating some ceviche (raw fish marinated in lemon) and surfing on the smalles waves in the world. Well, I spent the whole time sitting on the board paddling towards waves... Charles caught 1 and SM got 1/2. In 3 hrs of surfing. Yea.

We also got to watch dozens of kitesurfers fly around the beach in great style and got our tennis ball stolen by a dog and then eated by a pregnant lady.

We repeated the same thing the next day, walking to the extremes of the beach (and off the edge of the world) where I found my great thinking rock. But more about that later. We then caught our 5pm bus to Lima which was a hefty 19 hours of rolling desert hills and... uuh... rolling... desert...hills...