Jon had to head back to Lima to catch his flight a day after the swell. With great deliberation I decided to stay in Mancora for a few more days. I wanted to catch the tail end of the swell, and Mancora was just too warm and fun to leave quite yet. I did however feel very bad about sending Jon back to Lima on his own.
The next few days where a blur of sun and booze. I hung out with Ica a little more, and had some interesting conversations. I met a few more gringos and kiwis that were living in town long term. I met an English guy, and threw our talks, he discovered I was a product designer, and he pitched me a great idea for a sea diving widget. New business perhaps? Just another mystical moment in Mancora.
I tried to get some work done at Loki, which was a joke. After barley sleeping for 4 days, being weak from a parasite, and partying all I could do was stare at a page and try to focus, which was impossible.
Each night got crazier than the last at the Loki, and I will forever consider this hostel the best in the world. Set up like a resort, but with hostel prices….I will be surprised if anything will ever compare.
I caught a bus back to Lima a day before my flight out of the country. The bus ride back to Lima was 24 hours, but this time I sprang for the luxury seats that lay all the way flat. It still wasn’t the most enjoyable travel, but tolerable. I arrived back at Loki Lima and spent one more day enjoying the hostel set up. I talked with Andrea, the manager, and got some more great info about the country. That night I hopped on a flight bound for Sydney where I would spend 2 days before catching another flight bound for Bali.
Over the years as I loosely planned this trip, I always thought I would end it in Bali. After hearing multiple friends and countless surfers rave about Indonesia, I could sense that this place might be what I have been looking for. I was super excited to get there and was finally on my way.