Mancorá A.K.A Little India

Trip Start May 30, 2005
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Trip End Sep 30, 2006


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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Weīd paid extra money to get a big fancy bus for our overnight trip, rather than a regular bus with a regular seat. Iīm turning into a bourgeois traveller, and I love it!

The bus was incredible, with big fancy leather seats and, most bizarely, a bar type seating arrangement at the front of the top section. Along with our fancy bus came some not so fancy dinner. This was the first time that Iīd been fed on a bus, and I sincerely hope itīs the last. Dried up rice and a piece of chicken which defied the trades description act, I was glad that I bought a supply of biscuits beforehand.

Apart from that, the journey was pretty good and I managed to have a decent sleep, stretching out as I desired. We arrived early in the morning and headed straight for some breakfast, thankfully the bus hadnīt supplied us with any.

We stayed at a great place with a swimming pool and hammocks outside the rooms. This is exactly how I wanted to spend my last few days before returning to a cold european summer. It was brilliant lazing around on a beach, having the occational paddle and eating the superb fish sandwiches available from one of the restaurants.

On the second day I recognised someone as he came out the sea. I couldnīt remember his name so I just shouted hello and waved at him. He looked at me a bit funny, he obviously didnīt recognise me at first. I had to ask him his name again, Richard, but I didnīt feel too bad when he asked what mine was. This was the third country that Iīd met him. I originally met him in Sucre, Bolivia in January, where he was also studying Spanish. I then met him again in the Pantanal, Brazil at the start of March. Now two months later in the north of Perú! South America is much smaller than Iīd originally thought.

Later that night we visited the restaurant of a British ex-pat, he made curry made from spices that he imported from the UK. All three of us went there to satisfy a curry craving thatīd just got worse throughout South America, you generally canīt find good curry here as the local spices donīt give the genuine Indian flavour. It wasnīt an amzing curry but good enough to satisfy me before getting back to the UK, which of course has fantastic curries.

Farah left for Ecuador the next day, she wanted to visit Cuenta before heading onto Quito. I forced myself to stay on the beach for another day, it was hard. It was another lazy day as I sat talking on the beach with Richard before he too left for Quito, he was trying to do it cheap, Iīd bought myself another seat on the bourgeois bus, and it didnīt leave until the next morning. Donīt worry though, I had another curry to compensate for the fact that I was alone.
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