02/01/2012 getting out of Máncora (Draft)

We waited the morning away waiting for the local guy who was willing to sell us his Tuk-Tuk we did everything on our part looking for the correct paperwork and what processes were needed to claim ownership to a moto-rickshaw.
It was stupid of us to think that things could come together so easily and as it was the beginning of the year and people had slowed down even more than usual.
We packed up our tents (for the second time) and we were sure we both wanted to get out of this place.
Jessica and I were keen, so keen to get out of Máncora and the following bus we made our way to Cabo Blanco, we had to transfer buses to get to Cabo Blanco from El Alto using a small minibus, it's funny and fucking annoying as we were the first ones to arrive at the bus stop yet we could t hop on because all the locals pounced inside before we had a chance to even blink.
Same thing goes waiting in lines, these little bastards just cut infront with no etiquette and with clueless looks on their faces when you confront them.
Arriving in the very small fishing village of Cabo Blanco we started out looking for accommodation, still really pricey compared to Ecuador and even Galapagos and not having any real options we just camped on the beach but not before drinking a bunch of beers in a shop and calling dad to wish him a happy birthday as it was the 3rd in Australia.
Jessica and I invited ourselves into a family home where they cooked us a lovely traditionally family meal where they chatted with us intrigued with open eyes about where we came from.
Tipsy from all the beers we pitched our tents beside this home were jessica and I tried staying up past midnight (for my birthday) but failed.