Sorry, everyone! We are writing a day late because of a “wonky” busdriver (as Mr. Ward put it) and lack of Internet access.
Our day was, in a word, eventful. It started off on the shores of Lima, as we sailed to Los Islas Palaminos, to watch sea lions in their natural habitat with great amazement (and with significantly less amazement, smell the sea lions in their natural habitat). We sailed on a 30-foot yacht to the islands, soaking up the sun all the while – for some of our team-members, i.e. Pfeiffer, this resulted in extreme farmer’s tans and slight sunburns.

We made our way to Mancora, eager at the prospects of working with kids again, after a strenuous Lares trek. The journey there, however, would turn out to be almost equally as arduous. After a decent flight, and a relatively brisk arrival at the airport, we were freighted onto a Mancorian minivan. Being a Mancorian minivan, unfortunately it broke down around an hour into the drive. Luckily, the driver had a friend in a nearby city, who was able to help us out. He filled up the van with a bucket of mysterious fuel, which, despite all reasoning to the contrary, got the minivan magically driving again.

Still, being Mancorian mysterious minivan fuel, it was not long before the van broke down once again. However, our spirits were not bleakened, and we spent the next 30 minutes group-singing and doing team-building activities, while waiting for Manuel (our driver) to get more fuel.

We arrived at our destination in high spirits; spirits that would soon be lifted even higher. The team had no idea of how nice our lodgings were – Mr. Ward had saved it as a surprise, and we entered el Casa del Muelle with great wonder. We have an ocean view and Wi-Fi Internet!

We went to bed late that night, excited to get up and go to Mamma Cocha for the first time the next morning. But all that’s for another blog – see you when we hit Denmark!

Paz y amor,

- Madee and Pfeiffer.