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Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

Sunset in Punta Sal, Peru

On a warm night in Mancora, the conversation had somehow moved onto breasts.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

“It’s really horrible!” Jenna said, picking up her beer bottle and looking at her husband’s face. “You’re in the perfect location to sunbathe, and then you can’t wear a bikini because your breasts are burnt!”

Jenna and Dave were in a year into the trip of a lifetime, driving themselves and their giant dog through the Americas, from Oregon in the US to Uruguay, where they hoped to eventually settle down. We’d met them relaxing with a few beers on the roof of our hostel, high above the small beach town of Mancora, and the four of us had got chatting – in part due to the huge plate of prawns on the table in front of us.

Josh and I had bought a kilo of the day’s catch from a smiling Peruvian in a beach shack, then simmered them in white wine, garlic, butter and parsley. And as a prawn obsessive, they were utterly, divinely, indulgently delicious.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

SO MANY PRAWNS.

My fingers and wrists were dripping with melted butter, but Jenna’s words still made my arms fold involuntarily across my chest. Even that small movement made me wince slightly: the skin of my armpits was stinging.

“I know exactly what you mean,” I said, unhappily. “It’s been almost a week, and I still can’t wear a bra…”

* * *

Too much sun, too little time.

If you’ve ever been sunburnt, you’ll know how painful it can be. But more than that, you’ll know just how frustrating sunburn is – particularly when you only have a finite time in the sun.

After an inadvertent month spent back home in England, I’d arrived back on the Peruvian coast with the explicit intention of getting a tan.

Of course, being back in South America had much more to offer than getting browner – but after long days of England’s typical rain-soaked weather, I figured I was overdue for a bit of sun indulgence.

Way too overdue, it turns out.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

Enjoying the weather in the Galapagos. Accompanied by a large amount of suncream.

Wandering along the coastline in Mancora was gorgeous. Once away from the crowds, it was nothing but blue skies, a cool breeze, feet in the waves and the sun at my back. Laying out a sarong on the warm sands, weighing it down with stones, stretching out and getting nice and toasty was a little slice of heaven.

I smeared a bit more suncream across my stomach, closed my eyes, and relaxed.

After an hour or so, we headed back to the main strip to get some lunch – and while we were eating, I glanced down at my feet.

They looked a tad red.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

My feet, in happier and browner times.

Over the course of the next few hours, I slowly began to realise the extent of my few hours in the sun.

It wasn’t just my feet, which were now bright red; there were odd red smudge marks on my shoulders too, a confusing pattern below my collarbone, and my stomach was an uninterrupted swathe of salmon pink skin.

Obviously I hoped for the best.

“I was only in the sun for a couple of hours! It’ll probably have disappeared by tomorrow,” I said to myself, rubbing moisturiser carefully into the worst of the redness.

But by the next day, I was in agony. Suddenly, that sun I’d been so keen to spend time in became an enemy; each stretch of road without shade was now a gauntlet to be faced.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

It felt a little something like this. Except much more sandy.

Within a few hours I’d ruined my plan of spending a couple weeks on the beach, soaking up the sun: now it was all about covering up and avoiding it as much as possible. And it was infuriating.

But I still wanted to find somewhere suitably chilled where I could relax – ease myself back into the South American ways again. So we headed out of hedonistic Mancora and took a shared taxi to Punta Sal, a small beach nearby.

Lazy beach days… or not?!

A tried and tested traveller technique is to turn up in a strange place with nowhere to stay and trust that you’ll end up with a bed by nightfall. I’ve done it plenty of times around the world, and finding accommodation is usually no more difficult than asking a few taxi drivers for suggestions and spending half an hour checking places out.

But in the tiny town of Punta Sal, on the day before Valentine’s Day, it wasn’t working.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

We headed straight to the beach in search of accommodation. We’d assumed there would be places dotted along the shoreline, charging a pittance for a room with a view, but there was nothing of the sort. In fifteen minutes, we passed just one hostel with a room free for that night only. The Peruvian woman dispensing this information looked totally unimpressed when we balked at her suggested price.

Back on the beach again, I looked down my shirt, and winced at the angry reddened skin underneath. Walking under the early afternoon sun was definitely not helping the burn…

Over the next two hours, we walked the length of Punta Sal’s beach, cut through a building site to discover a few hotels way out of a backpacker’s price range, and a single hostel with one horribly cramped and overheated room available. He said there were no other hostels charging his prices in Punta Sal either.

We walked despondently back towards the main road again, past rentable bungalows and Peruvian families in their swimming gear, discussing where we should try to find a room in Mancora for that night.

Why was the coast of Peru proving so difficult?

I didn’t want to leave this tiny beachside town without having experienced it, but there really didn’t seem to be another option. Something that should have been stupidly easy – finding a relaxed place on the beach that didn’t charge extortionate amounts for a bed – was somehow absolutely impossible.

By the time we reached the main road, it was decided. Ask in some random hospedajes while we waited for a collectivo back to Mancora, but assume that the fight was over.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

Skimming stones: a metaphor for being rather frustrated

Of course, we then asked at a place with hippies lounging at a juice bar who mentioned a small place, right on the beach, that should have some space. We backtracked towards the beach again and eventually located a smiling man named Jerry, sitting in a deckchair with his toes in the sand.

And within a few hours, our bags were sat on a cheap mattress and I was stretched out on Jerry’s fold out massage table while this Peruvian hostel owner rubbed chunks of chopped-up chilled cactus all over my tender and burnt skin.

“Breathe,” Jerry said, while I tried my best to relax.

It wasn’t just the sunburn which made it difficult. Neither was it the shock of the cold aloe vera dripping down the sides of my ribcage. The day itself had been too stressful!

But more than anything, I’d had a real reminder that I was definitely back in South America again: a continent which always surprises me with the unexpected. 

Sunset strolling and secret photoshoots

That evening in Punta Sal, we walked along the shore into the sunset ahead of us. The waves rolled lazily up the sand, a faint breeze blew around our feet, and it was utterly beautiful. Exactly what I’d hoped to find as a result of my beach hunting.

“Excuse me, can I show you both something?”

We turned at the phrase, assuming it was someone trying to sell bracelets or dreadlocks or coconuts. But instead we saw a tanned girl in a headscarf, awash with earrings and jewellery, who flicked through the photos on her camera as she came towards us.

‘This is you two walking,’ she said, and we saw dozens of photos of the simmering orange sunset, our tiny figures hand in hand, mere silhouettes in front of the blazing horizon.

Just another couple walking along the beach.

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

“See? If there’s anything I’ve learnt from travelling in South America, it’s that things do eventually work out.”

Spending a week on the beach with the worst sunburn of my life wasn’t what I had planned of my return to Peru. But often you don’t get what you wanted from a trip. You get something entirely different, and maybe that ends up being even more memorable.

After three weeks in the relative luxuries of England, I was straight back into the South American stresses I’ve come to know so well. And with that comes the constant realisation that you simply have to see the positive of whatever situation you find yourself in.

And though I may not have left the Peruvian coast with the bronzed body I wanted, I did go away with aloe-vera-soothed skin, a stomach full of fresh prawns and memories of some rather stunning sunsets.

Have you ever suffered a similarly bad sunburn? What are your best sunburn tips?

Flying Back to Peru For the Worst Sunburn of my Life

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Getting the Worst Sunburn of My Life in Mancora, Peru

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8 Comments

  • Reply
    Britany
    February 21, 2014 at 6:17 pm

    Sunburns are the WORST. I just spent a week in Costa Rica, bathing myself in SPF 30 multiple times a day. I thought that for once, I’d spare my skin the pain I typically endure when exposed to beach sun, but I still got burnt. My pale skin really just can’t handle it, and apparently, cheap spray on sunscreen is not to be trusted.

    Glad you were able to make the most of your time on the beach, despite the burn!

    • Reply
      Flora
      February 22, 2014 at 4:44 pm

      Two lessons I’ve learned from this experience: applying sunburn a good hour before you’re actually sunbathing seems to really be a rule (dammit), and I really need to remember that my skin simply doesn’t do well in very-near-the-equator sunshine!! So sorry you got burnt in Costa Rica, Britany 🙁 I hope your peeling doesn’t last as long as mine has!

  • Reply
    Laura Bronner
    February 23, 2014 at 12:46 pm

    It’s so frustrating, sunburn always comes at the start of the trip. I got terrible sunburn the second day of a 4 week trip around Indonesia and that whole first week was spent in the shade instead of snorkeling and sunning! It’s a tough lesson to learn, but I bet you’ll be better with applying the sunscreen now! I know I am.

    • Reply
      Flora
      March 18, 2014 at 7:06 pm

      It definitely makes you hyperaware of how much cream you’ve got on and when you last applied it! Now I seem to be zooming through bottles at an alarming rate however…

  • Reply
    Valerie
    February 24, 2014 at 3:53 pm

    It is infuriating to have a sunburn on the first day! I totally get what you are saying. Apply that aloe vera girl and a good face moisturizer that I put on my burnt face is Cetaphil.

    • Reply
      Flora
      March 18, 2014 at 7:07 pm

      Thanks for the moisturising tip Valerie!

  • Reply
    Amanda
    February 27, 2014 at 2:07 pm

    I actually did REALLY well in Thailand – until the end of my trip. Yesterday I forgot to put sunscreen on most of my back. Normally this is fine because I don’t sunbathe much on my stomach. But yesterday I flipped over because it was the only way to read my Kindle without the sun blinding me. And now today my lower back, thighs, and half my buttcheeks are really sore! And tomorrow I spent 16+ hours on planes. Yaaaaaay.

    • Reply
      Flora
      March 20, 2014 at 12:53 am

      Sunburn on a long journey is possibly one of the worst unexpected events of traveling. Hope it healed up quicker than mine did (two ridiculously long weeks…)

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