Mancora.

Mancora is a Beautiful Beach located at the northern cost of Peru.  Its a small town centered around tourism, saturated with bars, resturants and hostels, Whilst we were there it was out of season and like a ghost town therefore desperation fills the air.  The quietness that came with being out of season was very welcome, apart from being approached by every restaurant owner, it felt carm and serene, exactly what we were looking for; we felt we had found a little slice of heaven to rest up in after the Amazon.  The beach was empty and didn't cost money - perfect and we had a kitchen where we cooked our own cheap delicious food and lazily sipped cocktails.  There did however turn out to be trouble in paradise.  On the second day we went swimming early on not realising how brutal the sun was and both ended up with sun stroke, red as lobsters and throwing up after drinking too much rum.
 We had to move hostel because the humidity was unbearable so we moved to a camp site, thinking it would be a lot cooler and breezier sleeping with just a mozzy net, see pic above, which it was!  However more problems were to insue when the make shift canopy above the mozzy net was only a sun shade, so when it stated to drizzle a slight bit one evening I began to worry.  The guy owning the place who had promised us a tent assured me it wouldn't rain heavy, as it got worst he the assured me the canopy had plastic sheets in that would stop the rain.  As it got even worse and the rain started to come through on to our mattress he pinned up a plastic sheet.  As it got even worse the plastic sheet started to leek buckets!  So all our stuff got soaked, and we had to sleep in the the kitchen on a soggy mattress being woken up every time our head nodded by blood thristy vimpires mozzys. 
After a restless night we went out for some lunch, when heads began to turn.  We got up to see what all the commosion was, when we realised a young and friendly from our hostel was being beaten up by six Peruvians.  Another foreign guy further down the road was also recieving the same treatment. It seemed they were attacking travellers. They had circled him kicking him from behind while he was down, the worst and most pathetic way to fight.  This went on for two minuties until the poor guy stumbled of with a bloodied face and when the police arrived he pointed out the attackers, and to our surprise they did nothing.  We found out from some locals the police wont do anything unless they saw what happened, which we found astonishing.  It was speculated that he was selling weed in the wrong area and this is why it happend but we'll never know.  The next day we saw the disgusting fat Peruvians that were attacking him as they smily faced, offered us deals in resturants, or in tour agencys and it made us feel sick. Sadly we left mancora with a bitter taste in our mouths.      - Lyndon