We went to Mancora because it is a surfing town and we wanted to chill on a beach and surf all day after our arduous journey through the Peruvian mountains to Machu Pichu.
Mancora waves were tiny and we could not surf. We did get ourselves QUITE a sunburn though so we died from sunburn for a few days.
This hostel we were in was great and it had hammocks everywhere so there was lots of drinking and hammock lying. There was a girl who knew loads of Irish songs (she was from Spiddal), and I taught her the words of 'Finnegan's Wake' in return for making me some buns. Good.
There was a giant dead sealion/otter on the beach. He was smelly and the hostel was downwind so we were basking in his natural morbid fragrance. He got really puffed up the longer he stayed on the beach. He changed colour and got smellier. 
One day the lads (not me) dug a giant hole in the beach. The shovels would occasionally tap the carcus by accident. Blood started gushing from one of the eyes of the dead buddy. It was a strange and grizzly sight, I must say. So there the thing got buried, but when the tide came in, there was so much air trapped inside the body that it broke through the sand and rested again on the beach. He was later removed by disposal officials.
We tried to name the dead sea lion. So we thought of people who were fat and dead. And I think we settled on Marlon. (We are assholes).
Then we took another overnight bus (fond of them eh?) across the Peru border to Puerto Lopez, in Ecuador. It was a fuckin kip. I think it must have been hit by a tidal wave or earthquake a few years ago and no one was arsed cleaning it up. It's completely knacker there. But sher it had whale watching, so eh... Ya HAFTA like. I had never seen a whale in real life before, I don't think.
So we got this boat out and it looked like we weren't going to see very many, but indeed we did. They travelled in twos and threes. They would come up so gracefully for air and then go down for a few minutes and then back up. All the while a boat or two was guessing where they would go. I wonder if the whales were annoyed.
The boat was a small wee baidin deas. I was reminded of The Orca in Jaws. Espescially when Elaine and I climbed onto the roof of this little boat and I seriously nearly fell into the ocean due to the rocky waves tossing the boat around.
All in all, whales are sound.
After this lovely town we took our last over night bus to Quito. Our last stop in South America. We had still not been robbed or drugged after 6 weeks in South America.
Then we took another overnight bus (fond of them eh?) across the Peru border to Puerto Lopez, in Ecuador. It was a fuckin kip. I think it must have been hit by a tidal wave or earthquake a few years ago and no one was arsed cleaning it up. It's completely knacker there. But sher it had whale watching, so eh... Ya HAFTA like. I had never seen a whale in real life before, I don't think.
So we got this boat out and it looked like we weren't going to see very many, but indeed we did. They travelled in twos and threes. They would come up so gracefully for air and then go down for a few minutes and then back up. All the while a boat or two was guessing where they would go. I wonder if the whales were annoyed.
The boat was a small wee baidin deas. I was reminded of The Orca in Jaws. Espescially when Elaine and I climbed onto the roof of this little boat and I seriously nearly fell into the ocean due to the rocky waves tossing the boat around.
All in all, whales are sound.
After this lovely town we took our last over night bus to Quito. Our last stop in South America. We had still not been robbed or drugged after 6 weeks in South America.
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