After getting over this monstrosity we grabbed a taxi and were dropped off right outside the hostel which was strangely seperated into two buildings but we didn`t know this at the time so we wondered into the reception area of the hostel which is also where our double room would be situated. Thinking that we had booked into the most boring hostel ever we had no idea that there was another part to it next door which had the dorminatories in it where we would later meet some people!
But without this knowledge yet, we strolled out on our own for a look around town. We found a nice looking place to munch some lunch on the sea front but after looking at the menu Jen decided we should find somewhere cheaper as we were trying to save a bit of dollar. We really fancied fried seafood though so set off on our mission to find it.
Walking along the beach was pretty cool though, as they had all of their reed boats propped up to dry out (im guessing thats why they were propped up).
Looking back where we had just walked, we could see the pier which was pretty cool and also a sight which made me chuckle to myself somewhat. There was a super fat bloke in a learn to surf school by the pier, just about squidged into his wet suit. As we watched the other people in the group successfully ride a little 2 foot wave we were waiting eagerly in anticipation for the larger gentlemans turn. His arms were frantically flapping around trying to catch up with the wave and as he didn`t seem to get anywhere with all his effort, he hopped up in all his glory only to fall over about 2 seconds later. It provided some amusing entertainment for me and Jen anyway, watching from the confort of the wall next to the beach.
Amusment over and done with, as waiting another 10 minutes for this bloke to paddle back was too cringeworthy, we continued our quest to find our fried seafood. We found a pretty nice place and sat down ordering what we wanted along with a beer only for them to come back and say they didnt have it after we had already started our beer. So drink up we did and set off in search off our meal, resisting the restaurants staff relentless attempts to sell us something else to eat. But off we went and found our meal down the road. Along with food they had an offer on 3 large bottles of beer for the price of 2, so I obvioulsy jumped on that bandwagon!
After walking back from lunch we tried to get back into our hostel but it was locked and there was no door bell or anything so we wondered what to do. Randomly walking up the road a bit we peered into next door and noticed our receptionist in there which is how we found out about the rest of the hostel next door!
Night time arrived so we grabbed a burger down the road and came back to the more happening half of the hostel.....by more happening I mean there were 3 people in there! We had picked up a bottle of rum earlier and had a few cheeky drinks with these guys. But inevitably these few drinks turned into a night of drinking games. These 3 guys were really sound though, 2 Danish guys and one American guy who was weirdly more into football than me and was a massive Man United fan (there`s a shock!) and he even knew who Leicester City were (slight redemption for the lad). As the night progressed, one of the Danish guys (called Miguel) got more and more liberal with his stories and told us about a Brazilian girl he got with and was worried that he might of got aids. So of course, lack of sympathy from me and out came all the jokes taking the piss out of a guy, even Jen got in on the action and was ripping him to pieces, I knew I liked that girl for a reason. After a fair few hours of drinking, we had every intention to go out to bars and maybe a club, but the 2 bottles of rum we got through caught up with us, and we had to give it up by 11pm and hit the bed, Jen a little worse for wear.
The next day was a mighty write off! Jen had a super hangover kick in whilst I performed my usual trick of waking up fine! Finally persuading Jen to get up around 3pm we ventured out in search of food and went back to the beach front place we turned down the first day and ordered up some fried calamari which was absolutely amazing! Super fresh and super tasty, all washed down with another beer (its good this travelling malarkey eh?!)
We couldn`t quite work out why they donned the olympic rings on a statue, I`m pretty sure the tiny little town of Huanchaco has never hosted the games!
After finding Jen`s eye gunk episode in Colca Canyon amusing it was her turn to laugh at me as I randomly developed what we think was an eye stye. It was super itchy and hurt to blink or close my eyes but fair is fair and karma allowed for Jen`s amusement.
Walking back from town the sunset kicked in, with Jen determined to capture the perfect photo with some reed boats and the sea. I suppose she did a pretty good job.
Getting back to the hostel we found our three chums from last night with the other Danish guy looking worse than Jen did earlier in the day. Turns out after we crashed out, the guys left the hostel and a random drove by in a pick up and they all jumped in with him and went on to a club in the next town. Miguel met a Dutch girl that night and had arranged to meet up with her at the peer at 1pm the following day. Now of course about 6pm, that time had way past and the poor guy waited for 2 hours for her only for her not to show up. So what did we do. all take the piss out of the guy again! Seemed his way over it was drinking and he was a bit drunk when we rocked up. He did a cartwheel inside at one point and his feet wiped out a ceiling light and then later he managed to fall off his chair. It was too easy to rip this guy. But supposedly his lady friend was meeting him at the hostel at around 8pm. Of course 8pm came and no lady friend so again the jokes came out but around 10.30 she did eventually turn up, she was actually real! Didn`t stop us from ripping him infront of her though but she found it hilarious so it`s all good.
Getting in on the drinking I went out with Miguel to the shop round the corner to pick up some booze only for him to ask me what the Spanish was for Condom (seemed he thought his luck was in). Obvioulsy I had no idea what that was so he asked some randoms in the shop if they knew which they didn`t so he went for the pointing routine to the shop keeper. Turns out the Spanish for condom is condom if you were wondering.
After some more drinking, Miguel went off with his lady friend to her hostel so seemed his persistance paid off.
The next day we went out with the intention of surfing but after seeing some of these jellyfish in the water we thought better of it so Jen went for a spot of sunbathing whilst I learned some more Spanish from our phrase book. We randomly got offered some weed brownies from a rasta chap on the beach but we politely declined.
With surfing off the menu we had a little look around an aquatic museum which was weird as they had tried to preserve some fish and things but they had lost their colour so it looked like they had painted them to try and bring them back to life.
Following our fishy encounter, I fancied some fishing of my own so purchased the oldest fishing apparatus in the world, the old simple line and hook.
After getting a few bites, the little buggers were knicking our tasty mussels and not hooking themselves so with frustration kicking in I went for it one last time and hit gold. Well not quite gold, I don`t even know what it was but it definately wasn`t gold. Jen came close with an attempt at a descriptive by saying they looked like sea ravioli. All the same, I had caught something which is more than what the other 20 or so fisherman had caught so it was a definate success.
Fishing complete we headed back to the hostel after grabbing a "surfer burger" which was about 3 times as expensive as the burger the other night but it was super tasty so kinda worth it.
Packing up our things we jumped on a shoddy little bus on our way to the bus station in town, taking up the entire aisle with our backpacks whilst trying not to look like they were ours as locals struggled to get by. Between you and I tho, I think they knew they were ours!
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