So the last 5 days have been spend unwinding from the hustle and bustle of airports and stressful travel layovers, and after a solid week of immersing myself in the Peruvian culture, it is clear that I won’t be able to experience nearly as much of this beautiful country as I had hoped.
After randomly searching the internet for some of the best surfing beaches and playing spin the bottle, I let Fate decide and so I happened upon Mancora, Peru.
Before coming here though, I wanted to visit my old Mazatlan, Mexico beach, and rented an apartment there for 400 dollars, but after being overwhelmed by the heat, and being miles away from the beach, I decided to move to mancora and see it.
In Mexico, I found some of my old friends and also had some strange experiences including kissing a guy. Lol. Needless to say it was a long haired guy who I thought was a girl and got sickened from that.
Then I went and found a girl and gave her a kiss the next day. But the romance there doesn’t hold a candle to the wind compared to the love and beauty found here in Mancora.
The girls are so amazing and pretty much all supermodels from all over the world and most of them sunbathe topless, revealing even more of their angelic features.
While I kissed two girls here (on the cheek) I still think I have a chance a finding a girlfriend, but only if I reschedule my flight.
So far, one of the reasons for the romance is because the name of the beach is called Playa del Amor. This means beach of love in Spanish.
Mancora has an interesting mode of travel which is basically a motorized rickshaw / old Honda trike which everyone uses to get around.
So here are some pictures of the beach and some of the cantinas and my apartment view.
My favourite thing about Mancora is the sound of the waves breaking.