Beach Bum

I've just returned from a glorious week at the beach. Man, I love the beach. I've been longing for the beach since I left Brazil almost a year ago. So I bussed it up to Mancora to get some sand and wave action and to chill out. Unfortunately, I unknowingly booked myself into the major party hostel, which is not really my style these days. Luckily, I have ear plugs and can sleep through almost anything and since it was right on the beach I didn't care too much. 

As all the girls in my room got gussied up every night to, they seemed baffled at my pajama-clad self crawling into bed so early. I actually was in bed early enough each night to hear the call for happy hour to begin at 9pm. But I had other fish to fry. 

My days went something like this. Every morning I woke up at 7:30 and headed down to the beach for an hour long yoga class. Then I would treat myself to the amazing S$15 breakfast at Green Eggs and Ham, overlooking the early morning high tide. After about an hour laying out on the beach I would retire to the hammocks for some reading/nap time. I had to make for lost sleep at night. Then around 3pm to meet my surf instructor, Pilar to catch some waves. At 5:30 back to another yoga class, beach sunset watching, and by 7pm, showered and looking for dinner, which I mostly ate on a curb in front of my favorite street vendors. By 8:30pm I was crawling into bed completely exhausted. And I was happy.

I usually fell asleep by meditating with my earplugs blocking as much sound as possible. But it's hard to sleep when the three surrounding clubs play competing blaring music until all hours of the morning.  But getting woken up wasn't always bad. One night my ear plug fell out and I woke up to a little lovers' quarrel outside my door. And by lovers' quarrel I mean this...

Drunk American guy to drunk American girl - "don't go back to your room. what's wrong? aren't we having fun?"

Drunk girl responds - "nothing. i'm fine." hesitating then continuing, "well, actually. it's just. that was just the worst sex I've had in my entire life."

door shuts in drunk guy's face. scene.

Poor guy thought his sex was on fire. She disagreed.

On my last day in Mancora I decided to test out my surfing skills solo. This decision resulted in a mean wipe out, a long board straight to the face and a concussion. I decided it was time to get out of Mancora and give up my surf dreams for the time being and bought a bus ticket to the more chill beach Huanchaco. I went to see some ruins upon arrival, but that whole concussion thing made me feel stupid and irritable and so I spent the next 2 days doing pretty much nothing which I quite enjoyed.

love the moto-taxis

fresh ceviche

my guilty pleasure. look at those pancakes!

sunset

Chan Chan ruins outside of Trujillo

fighting off the desert sun

fishing boats in Huanchaco

more sunsets