Sun of a beach

As we descended, so did my fever. I was still not back on track, though, and so the border crossing into Perú was a bit of a struggle with my un-cooperative tummy and the heat and the 11 hours of bumby ride.At length we could at last feast our eyes on the majestic Southern Pacific; we were in Punta Sal on the Peruvian west coast, with sandy beaches as far as the eye could see and roaring waves as far as the ear could hear.It was also Anki's birthday, and we set off fireworks and a huge bonfire, all while wearing festive hats.The next day was a relaxing one; swimming, playing beachvolley, reading in the hammock and visiting the nearby surfer town of Mancora for some money business, juice bar hopping and general strolling around. They do know how to make their fruit juices in South America.Also, Cuba Libres.