Last stop Mancora

Stealing our own car and leaving Paita for Mancora
January 21, 2013




Even the internet resources says that it would take us about 1 hour 15 minutes by car from Piura to Mancora, for reasons that we can't really grasp, it took us about 3,5 hours to arrive to Mancora. 



Drinking coconut juice on the way


A scene straight out of a Western movie

Shinning mother

Haci popppoooo


Mancora, Kimba's Bungalows
January 21, 2013



We will be staying at another great and inexpensive hostel Kimba's Bugalows for 8 nights. We're taking it easy here as we all are a bit exhausted from going one point to the next. This  place is another Tunca's triumphant finding on the internet. Kimba, 5 minutes away from the ocean with a small pool, looks like a paradise with a beautiful garden surrounded by coconut trees. We're a bit suprized and annoyed to see that Mancora is full of tourists and party people who are mostly here for surfing. Pan-American Highway is passing right through  its middle so the town is a bit chaotic. But Kimba's is far from that atmosphere and we like it. 


Photo by Daniela




Life at Kimba's
January 23, 2013

I'm giving swimming lessons to Alaz. We practice in the pool an hour a day.
Kaya also has started her first swimming lessons here.



We also met here with a wonderful Chiliean couple Daniela and Johann and their daughter 9 years old Amanda. 

Daniela and Johann


Amanda and Kaya

 Alaz fell in love with Amanda and she follows her and her friends everywhere. Ahhh it's painful to see that sometimes 9 years old girls don't want to play with 4 year olds. Your heart breaks when you see that your child is not always fancied by others. But Alaz seems to be dealing with this bitter reality better than I do. "Don't worry Mom. We're just playing tag. That's why I'm chasing them and they're running away."





There are lots of surfers who stay at Kimba's. Their daily rituals are walking to the ocean early in the morning to check the waves, the tides, the weather and then diving into the waves, surfing, discussing the surfing day during the night. As I see their enthusiasm and dedication, my excitement to try surfing is building up. I talked to some of them and bravely stated that "I'm 41 years old, is it too late for me to start surfing? " With a smile out of courtesy, they said "The waves nowadays are too high. You should wait couple of days until the full moon is over." Here is the website to check the swell size, current wind and tide.


As the huge peak of the waves break, I think "how on earth I can learn to deal with these beasts!" 









Here is a video on youtube that shows the waves and the surfers of Mancora.

A visit to Mancora Mercado
January 24,2013




Medicinal Plants' shop. 





May the fish of Mancora stay fresh and abundant forever


Ohh it smells sooo good!!!!




and the glorious final product


photo by Daniela




Last but not the least
January 27, 2013

Yes time spent on the swimming lessons paid off and Alaz learned to swim.
(Another reason why, we will never forget Mancora.)



As of my surfing experience: First, I learned to duck dive inside the waves just to be able to understand them better and get ready for the big day. Tunca was my coach and healer to get over my fears. I felt like a Moche Queen after she helped me to find my courage  to dive inside two big waves. 







Our last day came and I still didn't show the audacity to surf. "It's too late for me. What am I trying to prove. Just be a responsible mom and don't take unnecessary risks." were the thoughts that were keeping me from taking a lesson. 

We were walking on the beach with Alaz and when I saw Daniela and Johann watching their 9 years old daughter Amanda on the surf board who was taking a lesson and she was doing just great. I said to myself "Thats it. If she can do it. I can do it as well." Daniella, Johann and Amanda were very kind to offer an hour with Alaz while I would take a lesson.



She is a very courageous 9 years old. Great job Amanda!

I'm doing good on the sand but how about in the ocean
Alaz is very happy with Amanda. So off I go to the waves.


Words can't really describe my feelings of that one hour inside the ocean. 

My  legs were shaking  when I heard the sound generated out of the speed the wave then my teacher screamed " This wave is for you. Paddle paddle paddle paddle. Now. Get up!"

Booooom. I was wiped out. The board went one way and me another. Inside the wave I was hoping that when I get out, another wave wouldn't hit me. I plopped myself back on the board. I was graceless this time. But I'm determined.

My teacher screamed again " This wave is for you.  Paddle paddle paddle paddle. Now. Get up!" 

Yes. I was able to get up three times. But the last one was really the most triumphant one. There are no visual proof of that one of the most magical moments of my life. Thankfully the witness to my victory was Alaz who was the only one watching me on the beach. And she saw me coming all the way from the lineup to the shore. 


And thus spoke the shamans of Peru:

Follow your own footsteps
Learn from the oceans, the trees and the rocks
Honor the Earth Mother and the Great Spirit
Honor your Brothers and Sisters.
Look with eyes of your soul and
engage the essential.

We call upon the prayers of The Heavens from Above
We call upon the prayers of Below
With Love, With Love, With only my Love!

Thank you Pacha Mama for protecting us, teaching us, guiding us during this wonderful trip. 



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