The 14th of June came around in a flash and it was time for mine and Lisa's travels to Colombia and we couldn't have been craving the sunshine more, autumn had well and truly hit Lima.
The first stop in our travels was a return trip to Mancora and back to the Loki hostel. This time, however, was different, it was just the two of us so we had different intentions, we refused to be absorbed into the Loki way, moving only from the beach to the pool to the bar and not actually doing anything in Mancora.
After the usual 18 hour bus journey up to Mancora from Lima, we arrived to the baking heat. After popping our rucksacks in our room, we had our bikinis on quicker than you can say 'sunshine' and out in the sun we went suncreamed up and sunglasses at the ready.
There was an Irish girl, 2 Aussies and a Frenchy, the latter 3 being travelling friends and thankfully all seemed really nice and easy-going.
After a few hours in the sunshine, we munched on our fave Loki prawn cocktail salad and later 4pm cocktail went down lovely, our new favourites being strawberries and cream and Oreo shake both containing adequate amaounts of Baileys and icecream.
Whilst laying around the pool, some guys came around offering us wristbands for the 'Full Moon Party' at The Point hostel that night, therefore, our plans were set, not decision-mkaing required.
But before the party, we HAD to visit our favourite restaurant, the Mexican around the corner and a few Pisco Sours, Moquitos and burritos later, we were ready for the party.
We bumped into the girls from our room at the entrance and so we stuck together all night.
Party....what party? We arrived to about 15 other people, so we did what one has to do, drink plenty of rum and coke until everyone arrives! And before we knew it, it was ram-packed.
Then I had a wardrobe malfunction, my flip flops called it a day and snapped so I had to spend the rest of the night barefoot dancing to the constant electro music, what a hippie!!
The next day was obviously hangover day but nothing a strawberry and banana smoothie couldn't fix, and a day in the sunshine too of course!
That night, we went to another of our favourite haunts of our last visit, the Sushi bar, but eating too much ended up with u falling into a deep sleep rather than having a 2hour nap and waking up at 8.30am the next day bright-eyed and bushy tailed, whoops!
Our 3rd day was our good deed day as we'd signed up to do some local volunteering painting at a childrens home not too far away. This was a full-time home for 4 disabled children and 2 part-time kids. These kids had been taken away from their abusive and neglecting families and offered full time love and attention in this wonderful place. Its a British-Peruvian organisation but solely funded by the British charity.
Our hearts were touched completely and so we got painting the fences of their garden to provide a bright and colourful environment for them. We bought some keyrings the kids had made especially to raise money for the home and then made our way back to the hostel.
Our last night was filled with Fernet (an Argentinian herby/minty liquor) and coke and to end the night we were invited to a discoteca on the beach, how could we refuse...
Whilst I was being taught salsa moves from the locals, Lisa was attempting to avoid male attention by chain-smoking outside haha! The crazy men didn't stop there, we went to a bar around the corner full of locals but thankfully we befriended some canadians who acted as our bodygurads for the rest of the night, problems solved!
After helping Lisa escape the moves of one of the canadians we got back to the hostel and snacked on some left over quesadilla from our second visit to the Mexican restaurant that night.
We met quite a few lovely people that night but getting Lisa out of bed the next day was a challenge, I was feeling fine however, Fernet must agree well with me.
We spent a few more hours in the sun before catching our chicken bus to Quito, Ecuador.
NB: chicken bus : overnight coach in South America, small, cramped and full of staring locals, not forgetting poor air-con = a freeeeeezing night's sleep!
The best description of this kind of bus was told by an English lad I met whilst in Quito : buses where a family of 5 share two seats.
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