Got up at 4 O´clock on Sunday to catch the bus. A significant proportion of our group were drunk, and some refused to get up. After a 14 hour bus journey crossing the border, on which i did not have to bribe any officials because of lack of papers as I thought I might, we arrived in Mancora. Our was right on the beach with beds and an ensuite shower room, so it seemed like absolute luxury at first. That was until we looked around and realised that ours was actually the worst hostel their ´onlt slightly safer than sleeping on the beach´ according to one guide book - the showers had salt water coming out of them which was nice, and of course they werent hot. Spent a nice couple of days relaxing on the beach, watching the surfers but not trying it myself because I may have killed myself and drinking a hell of a lot of juice - it was amazing. There was also a nice market there so I wasted a bit more money buying things that I dont really need. Went to a nice surfer bar with two for one on cocktails, which seemed like a great idea until the next day when everyone was hungover!Not a lot to do and quite touristy, but a nice place to relax after a couple of hard weeks on project.