Crying babies with dirty little faces, llamas, dusty roads, trash, mangy dogs, cebiche, pre-colombian ruins, dodgy tour guides and smelly ol`buses. Yep I am definitely back in Peru. Back on the road again, happy to be back in South America and ready to see the softer side of Peru, the Northern coast. We flew into Lima and headed up North, chasing the sunshine and the beaches.
We went to Trujillo and the little fishing village of Huanchaco. Unfortunately the weather was hideous and after chilling for a few days and checking out some ruins and eating cebiche in the cold we decided to get up to Mancora.
Mancora is a beautiful little city full of surfers and gringos but the sun is always shining and life is good there. It is easier to handle the touts selling you sunglasses and jewelry while you are laying in the sunshine.
This time I saw Peru through rose-tinted glasses. On the coast life seemed a lot better, more relaxed, and simple. In the end it was still Peru, dusty and dirty and challenging but things always look better when the sun is out and you can see the ocean out of your bus window.
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