In Mancara at the moment, very red, sore, hungover, itchy, but all the above are results of having too much fun so I donīt mind that much.
Itīs been a mission getting here, after leaving Pisco were suffered a saturation of crap things which I shall briefly tell you about.
Got on bus to Lima which then exploded after half an hour. Got on new bus to Lima and Cormac got involved in a tug-of war with his bag under his seat which the guy behind was busy slashing. Got to lima and got lost in very dodgy taxis-wonīt-even-stop-here area (I am no longer in charge of logistics). Made it to bus station in one piece, got on bus to Trujillo while our bags got on one to Chiclayo. Finally reunited a day later we took our bags for a much deserved holiday to near by surf hang out of Huanchaco where Diane roasted herself to the point of lunacy and is now losing large chunks of her body.
But everything is now wonderful again.
Huanchaco is a dinky little beach resort with great waves (me and Di had a hillarious surfing lesson I laugh about it now but at the time I was secretly heart broken that I am not the natural surf chick I always dreamed I was). After Huanchaco we went to Chiclayo and saw the ruins of Sipan which were crazy, giant mud piramids full of graves full of gold. Amazing place.
Gotta run, I think I may be sick (completely self inflicted).
ciao x
Peru
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