A wonderful bird is the pelican,
His bill can hold more than his belican,
He can take in his beak,
Food enough for a week,
But I’m damned if I see how the helican.
Dixon Lanier Merritt
After the big city bustle of Lima we jumped onto a nice big comfortable bus and scooted 18 hours up the Peruvian coast to Mancora, which despite being Peru’s premier beach resort is infact little more than a main road lined with restaurants and bus offices, a few sunburned dazed looking gringos and a beach with big waves that totally disappears at high tide.
It does however, have pelicans and some very nice beachfront hotels, one of which we’re staying in. So I’ve spent the last few days watching the pelicans gliding gracefully past the hotel just inches from the waves in squadrons of 5 or 6 in perfect synchronisation. Beautiful.
And then yesterday we discovered the hotel’s little gang of resident iguanas. The gang is little, the iguanas are not, the biggest one is easily 3 feet long. They sprawl themselves next to the pool and occasionally venture down to have a drink from a puddle. Similar to what we’re doing in a way.