Like A Rockstar

The Canadian left. He went back to the cold. Back to his hockey games, Alanis Morissette, the dark, his igloo and his dogsled.

This left me with a few options, causing only mild irritation. I had rushed down the country so fast that I had missed a thing or two in the northern part of Peru, not to mention that I was so far south in the dead of winter, and there was a little less than tolerable chill in the air. Naturally, there was only one thing to do. Go north.

There is a lovely place entitled, "Mancora" on the west coast of Peru just under the Ecuadorian border. The Panamerican highway passes right through this small fishing town, making it very convenient and accessible for young persons of my calibre, and couldn't be more perfect post-birthday. It is your typical fast-tracked tourist town, tons of vendors and lodging lining the street, dozens of restaurants on-shore and off. The only thing missing in my hostel was Paris Hilton, at first glance I thought I was staying in a celebrity beach house. The surfing was said to be quite good, although the Ozzies I met said nothing of the sort. Surf snobs they are. The raucous nightlife left me a bit breathless, but I had plenty of time to doze in the sun during most long, lazy afternoons and recover.

Mancora has proved to be top notch in my books, the word 'fun' is definitively used to describe every situation I've been, in many different perspectives and in every possible action I performed. Ozzies ruled the spotlight here, too many to count. Everything is a masquerade with them, I'd ask what time it was and the answer was always, "good times." Ahhh.

Now, there is something I must disclose to you all before we go any further. If you happen to be perusing around looking for pictures of Mancora on facebook, not all of you will be able to do so. Some of you have been banned, your wandering eye will see nothing of the sort. I would like you to know that if you have been barred from seeing such things, it is not because I don't like you. It's because I wish for you to keep liking me, and in order for such action to follow through you have been forbidden from ingesting the contents of these photos. I am sorry.

Peru is a lovely country, full of interesting history and culture. I think I might stay for a while. There are a few wondrous peaks I would like to explore, and I have yet to try the traditional llama and guinea pig they so lovingly adore. Not sure if it will end well but I'll give it a go.

And so, the girl, in her first few weeks of being the rip old age of 24, danced around the north of Peru enjoying, but with a seemingly aimless goal in mind. But alas, the audience would be wrong if they thought that, for what awaits when she gets to the border would be perhaps her most saucy adventure yet.

Ciao for now,

Bailey