we finally arrived in Mancora to heat and sand and couldnt have been happier about it.
After getting shown around some different hostels, we ended up checking into Loki, which is a string of party hostels around South America - it was Saturday night afterall.
That afternoon we just sat in the sun and had some beers and reflected on how good it was to be at the beach. The next day we got up early and watched the soccer against Italy which as you all will know was pretty awesome.
We had planned to do a week of spanish school in Mancora, but it was a bit smaller than we imagined so decided against it.
Mancora is a small town that is all designed around the tourist. There are seafood restaurants on the beach, clothing shops, bars and markets everywhere else. During the day we were swimming, sunbathing, playing guitar and learning spanish. It was great to relax for a bit and just have some solid beach time.
After about a week or so, James, Emma and Nato decided to go up to a place in Equador called Montanita because they knew there was a good spanish school up there. I decided to stay back as I heard the weather wasnt that good up there and i still had to get through the spanish tapes on my ipod. We had partied pretty hard up until James, Emma and Nato left (including a bit of food poisoning from a roadside burger) so I really enjoyed having a week to myself, just trying to learn spanish, watching soccer, eating tuna and other seafood every day and lying on the beach.
After a few weeks of that, we all agreed to meet in Quito, Equador, so it was back on the overnight bus.
Overall, there was not a lot to report from Mancora, which was kind of what we were after. A lot of relaxing, swimming, eating and doing not much. After a pretty intense three months in terms of moving on from places fairly quickly, Mancora was just the ticket to recharge the batteries and get fired up for dominating Columbia.