Mancora: Surfer’s Paradise
Friday, September 21st, 2007 Well Piura was such a dull place I don’t even feel like writing about it. So I don’t think I will. My happiest moment there was while looking for a bus a man came over and asked if I would like a space in a ‘collectivo’, a shared taxi. I looked at the rickety bus and the shiny silver taxi and decided to pay the extra €2. I was last in so got the booby seat, in between the driver and the guy sitting next to the driver. After hearing lots of horror stories I explained to the driver how holding onto my laptop bag was way more important than him being able to switch gears. We cruised off for two hours of stomach defining curves in the road. If I couldn’t keep myself upright I had the choice of leaning on the sweaty driver or the sweater passenger man.
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