After recommendation (and the fact that Juliet and I are seriously missing the sunshine) today we are off to Mancora, a beach town on the west coast of Peru.
Lonely planet says…

Peru’s worst-kept secret, Máncora is the place to see and be seen along the Peruvian coast – in the summer months foreigners flock here to rub sunburned shoulders with the frothy cream of the Peruvian jet set. It’s not hard to see why – Peru’s best sandy beach stretches for several kilometers in the sunniest region of the country, while dozens of plush resorts and their budget-conscious brethren offer up rooms within meters of the lapping waves. On shore, a plethora of restaurants provides fresh seafood straight off the boat as fuel for the long, lazy days. The consistently good surf draws a sun-bleached, board-toting bunch and raucous nightlife keeps visitors busy after the sun dips into the sea in a ball of fiery flames. However, even though it has seen recent explosive growth, Máncora has somehow managed to cling to its fishing community roots.

So it’s easy to see why Juliet and I want to go there!
With a 1pm bus arriving in tomorrow morning, let’s hope our 18 hour bus journey is worth it. I expect to see beautiful beaches and bright blue sky!