Category Archives: Nicaragua 2017

San Juan del Sur to Playa del Coco

The sun came streaming in through the window at 5:30. We managed another 90 minutes of tossing and turning before the alarm went off. This was the first day since we left where an alarm clock was needed. Despite my stuffiness from the night before, I slept well. Waking…well i hoped i might be magically cured by the mysterious sweaty salt lamp in our room, but no…still really plugged up.

We got ready. Tidied up our carry on size bags and made our way to breakfast. Our usual housekeeper and cook was off today, which was disappointing because we were ready to give her big thank your and at least a goodbye. No matter, we sat down for breakfast and had the simple meal of fresh fruit, yogurt and granola. Probably a perfect travel meal…but not one to keep that belly satisfied for long. We finished up and I got to chatting with a Swiss couple that arrived last night. Young, but with their priorities straight. Head home to work, then travel for extended periods. They are now 5 months into an 8 month stint. They were also looking for tips on how to cross the border the same way we were planning on today. I had nothing more to tell them, only because we didnt know what we might be in for. Then the cabbie pulled up. 20 minutes early, which is really early for Nica time…perfect for us.

We grabbed our bags, said a few goodbyes. Clementine hangs out at the place during the day, and her chihuahua greyhound face always makes her look a little sad to see anyone go. Our driver Miguel was happy to see us. We were going to be his first fare of the day and he likes making those dollar bills. Bags in the trunk and the doors were held open for us. A perfect gentlemen. When those doors closed though, the door handles on the inside were missing. I think i remember hearing stories of people being kidnapped this way. On closer inspection, it appears one of the door handles might be functional by tugging on a red shoelace that snaked inside the door. Really, this guy seemed like he was just interested in driving. We didnt have to test the red shoelace escape plan.

Miguel speedily moved us out of town, through La Virgen, and towards the border. His english was very limited and my Spanish is marginally better…but enough to fill most of the drive with a few questions and answers. He pulled over to the side of the road for us to snap a quick picture of Ometepe, which had been shrouded in clouds for the last few days. He then made his way down through the queue of trucks to put us right next to the entrance gate to customs. The guy also made it clear that we should not take any forms from people selling customs forms.

The car was swarmed with people. A moment of uncomfortableness as I pulled out a 20USD bill with bodies around. We agreed on $18 for a fare, but being as it was his first fare of the day, and I had read cabbies are known for not having change, we parted ways with the 20. I wasn’t looking for the 2 bucks back, if anything i was going to offer it as a tip since he was already ground down from the usual price of $25. We grabbed our bags and headed to the blue gate, fending off form sellers and bus ticket agents. To the gate, passports out for a quick show, and we were in to the customs area.

Two fees to pay here. A single dollar per person as a zone fee. Another 2USD per person after getting the stamp. Exact change in the morning is recommended as these guys did not seem to want to part with any singles. They also were not too interested in the US dollar coins we still had from El Salvador, but took them anyways.

Out of the customs building and Melanie had a pee break. Melanie reports the pay to pee situation was a very clean and freshly mopped floor. Good to know. Change was given in Costa Rican Colones though, which was interesting. While waiting, I chatted briefly with a gal waiting for the Tica Bus. Apparently she bought a ticket from the vendors on the Nica side of that blue gate. Now she had to wait for a bus to take her to the Costa Rican side, then on to San Jose. Good to know there is a bus coming, and something for us to get in front of if we want to beat the line. Melanie arrived and we set off.

There is only one way to go. Me with both suitcases in tow, i lead the charge down the roadway. Melanie had the passports to break out for any inspections. We had 2 passport checks, one from a fully uniformed immigration official and another from the Policia. Easy. We walked another 5 minutes, found the Costa Rican Immigration office and lined up. Only 4 people in front of us…which meant we were through in about 5 minutes. Awesome.

On exit, there are bus ticket sales right there. A cab driver, who apparently spent time in Abbotsford and Whistler was trying to sell us on a $90USD fare directly to Coco, but that seemed a bit steep for us. Tickets to Liberia were 1635 colones each, less than 4 Canadian dollars and departed in 10 minutes. Bus arrived, we got on, and at 10:30 the bus departed. No messing around. Yes we did a bit of a milk run through La Cruz, but we got too see a little some of the smaller places an express bus would have just blown by. We arrived in Liberia just after 12 and dragged the bags a couple blocks to the second terminal.

That second bus we had to catch departed at 1PM, so our timing was pretty good. Melanie stood in line while I tracked out the bus and bought tickets. This stretch was 1300 colones for the two of us. We piled on and this old city bus departed from Liberia on time to make several roadside stops over the course of 70 minutes. We made it to Coco without an expensive shuttle, or even pricier taxi! It is the little wins that add up. When checked in, I counted under 5.5 hours and compared to Google maps estimates of 2.5 hours…we did damn good.

In need of a drink of water, and some food, we found a little coffee shop around the corner. The lady behind the counter made us up a sandwich and handed over a bottle of water along with a small pastry for us. With our reserves low, we savoured that sandwich for all of 30 seconds. Pastry…gone. Water…we will need to find more soon. We did ask though…is the water from the tap safe to drink. Her answer was that she drinks the water in her place, and that is just a block away, but she was not sure how safe it might be in the building she worked in. At the equivalent of $2 for that bottle of water, I now understand here answer. The water in Costa Rica is safe to drink, but uninformed gringos coming in are ripe for taking advantage of. I don’t want to go into details on how we had to pay for the bread separately from the sandwich. Let’s just say we might not be going back there tomorrow.

We walked the rainy beach. Found a spot offering happy hour drinks. Fed Melanie a very large Pina Colada, garnished with a side of chips, guacamole and salsa, then found some groceries for breakfast. Tomorrow we will dine on cereal and oatmeal with our morning coffee.

We are now in for the night, and fading quick. A busy day is now in the books, and I still have this cold to contend with. Let’s see if a strong cup of coffee in the morning can scare the remaining phlegm from my lungs.

Really? A Cold?

It rained all night. Nice and cool, but the humidity must be at 120%. Our towels havent dried in two days. Any quick dry gear we have is still damp. In each of these rooms there is a salt lamp sitting on a desk. These lamps are kind of like the rough look lamps sold in wellness stores back home, but they have a bit of a melted and glistening look to them. In these super humid conditions, the salty lamp sweats something on the order of profuse. The big guy in a polo shirt and jeans down on the corner asking if we want a cab every time we walk by probably sweats less then this lamp. We even put a bath mat on the floor to catch the drips, and that too is soaked. I still havent looked into the science behind it… so in absence of facts, we will call it a miracle lamp.

That miracle lamp was off while we were sleeping, and in the morning it continued to drip. Breakfast was an omelette with fruit and some really doughy white bread toast. The salt grinder on the table was really just there for show as two minutes of grinding produced only a mushy paste that landed squarely on the plate with a fwap. The peppercorns ground up nicely though and that got me thinking that salt infused peppercorns would really cut a persons work in half while seasoning. Humidity proof, and super tasty.

We wrapped up breakfast and shared stories of the interesting people we have met. The rain let up a little and we braved the outdoors, armed with umbrellas and no sunscreen. Living dangerously! A stroll on the beach was in order since it really was our last day here. We also needed to get out as the sitting, writing and researching was creating a little cabin fever.

We wandered from one end to the other. Checking out the rebuilding efforts on each storm damaged deck. The place we ate at a couple nights ago had this strange lean to the upper deck, and after standing out in front of the place, you could see that workers have gone and put in 18-20inch adapters to raise the main deck to the flatness we dined on. The upper deck will need some serious reinforcing before they jack that cantilevered structure back to its proper level. Amazing that the damage in some parts was more due to sinking than smashing from loose boats.

Still not rained on, we continued down the beach to inspect the work of more waterfront businesses. Different strategies were all being employed to either resurrect their patio dining, or build new. Square steel tube on one deck. Cheap concrete blocks stacked up for an other. Cinder block walls creating a perimeter and an army of guys with wheelbarrows loading up the hole with rocky fill. All different. All interesting. Lots of labor and labor is cheap. The materials are close to North American prices though, other than wood and dirt.

We were still full from breakfast, but being as it was noonish we started our search for food. Slowly, but we started. We went back to Simon Says. This was a small shop with an eclectic back yard full of random garden seating. Melanie was interested in dining al fresco, however the still and very humid air warranted parking ourselves in front of a fan or two. One more hibiscus iced tea, and this time a dragonfruit smoothie. A big tall glass of purple, and very tasty. We used that violet drink to wash down a chicken panini. Fresh, but dry bun. Definitely needed a purple chaser.

The rain came. Those cute garden dining spots were soaked through in seconds. Gutters were overwhelmed, but we still stayed relatively dry. It seems these days dryness is really just not dripping…like the salt lamp. We waited for the rain to pass and made our way back for a nap. A hard life.

Now what I haven’t touched on is our health. With all the crazy weather, altitude changes, random foods and waterborne bugs our bodies are still adapting too. Sometimes it is hard to diagnose what we might have. Today, I swear I have a cold. How, I don’t know. When it started…hard to say. Melanie had some sniffles for two or three days a week ago…so maybe that was it. We brought lots of pills to deal with stomach issues…but no cold meds. Pharmacies are limited in what they offer, so it looks like I will just have to tough this one out.

I sniffled my way through dinner, again at the Barrio Cafe. No random guests striking up conversations tonight. San Juan del Sur actually looked a bit empty tonight. Maybe the rain keeps everyone in. Maybe they are all just waiting for ladies night at the Iguana from 10-12, where ladies drink free. 7pm hit and we were done for the night. One watermelon lemonade, with rum, and we strolled back in the dark drizzle for the night.

Big travel day tomorrow. Sleep is necessary. We have a cab taking us to the border where we will have to navigate multiple checkpoints, pay some minor fees, and walk our way across to Costa Rica. After that a couple bus rides should put us in Playa del Coco before dark. That is our hope anyways.

So an early night. I just need a way to clear this headache and sinuses

A Rainy, and very chatty day

We woke to rain. We breakfasted in a little rain, this time with our housekeeper Sonja making fruit and a really big pancake for us. Afterwards while I sat enjoying a little coffee I got chatting with her. Chatting is a bit of an overstatement as it implies two way dialogue and assumes we can communicate. It was more active listening on my part while she chatted up a storm. Between the parrot squawking next door and other conversations around…it was a definite challenge to understand even a little.

I found out that she likes Canadians. Much more easy going than Italians or Germans. Spanish tourists are some of the worst as they are always demanding more coffee and eggs…and complain to her boss when things are not perfect. At least…that is what I think she was getting at. She also has a son in Montreal and he is encouraging her to come to Canada, however she has very little English and no French… and when you add to that no skills other than cooking and cleaning there wouldn’t be much for her to do in a very expensive country like ours. She also has a couple 8 year old daughters, or her son does…i missed that detail. She chatted for a while more, I listened. It was good…then our Seattle cohabitants arrived for breakfast.

Ian and Sarah, slept in after a long day of hiking, surfing and eating and today they were heading all the way up to Leon by multiple chicken buses, via Managua. I chatted quickly with them, and made a little space for more guests venturing out of their rooms for that first meal of the day.

The rain let up a little and we ventured out for a hike out to the lighthouse nearby. Apparently there is an old fortress out next to this lighthouse which could be really interesting. We made our way down to the end of the boardwalk and there in a very non touristy part of town was a little washed out path that lead into the bushes next to some very shacky looking homes. Looming rain clouds and unfamiliarity with the area turned us back for an early lunch…plus to get more information. The hostess at our place didnt even know there was a lighthouse here, and she had been here a couple years. At one of the hostels in town we asked at the cash counter where the guides were. They also looked a bit dumbfounded when asking about el faro. The strangeness of the situation had us just turn back for a pool day after lunch. No sense getting ourselves in a sticky situation where no one would know where to look for us…especially if nobody goes out there.

Lunch was an overpriced Korean chicken burrito. The garlic, onion and spice is going to wreak a little havoc on my guts in the morning. It is good Melanie and I ate the same thing, otherwise one of us would need to sleep in the bunk bed next door. We sat there in the window of the place, enjoying spicy burritos and drinking hibiscus ginger iced tea…watching this part of the world go by. Vendors peddling sunglasses, pottery, massive avocados and hammocks. Gringo girls would walk by in their bikini tops and short shorts distracting cab drivers and really everybody. Local women wear pants and shirts. These young travellers did not really do any research on customarily acceptable levels of skin exposure…but this is now a partying beach town and the gringo dollar comes along with all its distractions.

We made it back to our room. We only have a couple more nights here and feel like it is time to figure out how to move on. Costa Rica is next. We now have it figured that we can catch an expensive shuttle all the way too Liberia which will get us to the border, guide us through the simple customs process, and put us on an air conditioned bus with wifi for the Costa Rican end of this journey. We would then need to catch a bus from Liberia to our endpoint of Playa del Coco. Another option is to cab to the border. Walk ourselves through and catch a bus on the other side to Liberia…then another to Coco. We are stuck with buses one way or another, so it now comes down to how much we want to spend. Time will be essentially the same.

We keep looking into car rental, however the insurance required in Costa Rica is high on very cheap rentals. I read something about vehicle costs being elevated, and a lack of insurance regulation which means extra dollars being made by many. Considering we would be looking at 30 days of coverage that would make for a very expensive rental. We can revisit the rental situation when we are in CR, but for now it looks like we will stick with buses and pricey shuttles. Maybe the occasional cab ride.

So, a pool day. We jumped in and Melanie struck up a conversation with one of the guests here. A 65 year old public defender from North Carolina. She says she wants to retire, but she still likes her criminals. After 20 years as a federal judge, she has taken a smaller role on a part time basis to keep herself interested and helping out. That part time role still ends up being a full time job though and for her efforts she is rewarded with only occasional payments totalling around 1000 per month. A lot of detail for such a short conversation, but plied with wine the discussion seemed to move very fluidly through politics, gun ownership and career goals. Nice work Melanie on some careful maneuvering.

We dried off and headed out to see the sunset. After being rained on in the pool as well, the sky was breaking up a little and I held our hope there might be a little red on the horizon. We made it down to the water and tonight…no sunset. Just thick, dark clouds way out there on the water shrouding even the tiniest bit of sunlight. We thought we might stop in for happy hour at the little broken down place we ate at last night, but the kitchen was closed. We did see that they had made good progress on reinstalling rails around the patio and were getting close to replacing the floor. Maybe tomorrow. Instead, we wandered back a few blocks. We checked out the lonely Canadian bar, offering poutine and ceasars. We walked by the Asian stirfry place we already had two times. Tonight we saw happy hour at a place called the Barrio Cafe. We weren’t impressed by the menu the last couple times walking by, and the prices seemed high. The Seattle couple mentioned this morning that the place was amazing. They ate there 3 times in the two days they were here, and normally they never go back to the same spot.

We decided to give it a shot. Happy hour was watermelon lemonade with a shot of rum. Delicious! For a meal, Melanie ordered a Creole shrimp dish and I the Nica Adoba grilled chicken. Outstanding…scrumptious…wow. We ate until our plates were clean with zero room for ice cream. Everyone knows there is always room for ice cream, but not tonight. A fantastic meal which we wrapped up with a couple more of those watermelon lemonades.

As we sat there, satiated, an older guy parked his shiny new pickup across the street. This was a very slow park job and was mildly entertaining. After a few minutes, the vehicle was parked and he exited only to walk in and sit a seat down from Melanie. He looked up and greeted us. Conversation then ensued. Today must be a day of chatting…and there is no shortage of it.

This guy opens the discussion by asking if Melanie was a teacher. He apparently has a knack for pegging people and their professions. Me, he figured i had to be a technician. Close enough. He also figured that we must have 2 kids. He might have been a little high on that estimate. Melanie was quick to point out that maybe those days are long past for baby growing, but this guy disagreed. He figured that as long as I was ‘active’ then he had procedures that could keep a woman menstruating past 60. He figured it is never too late to start a family, since he started at 70. Where does this discussion go next?

Meet Dr. Julius Hellenthal. German, or Austrian, doctor that was involved in many different experimental therapies over the years. He was involved back in ‘42 with stem cell research and he continues today. His wife, whom he has this now 5 year old son with was a patient of his. She apparently was what we might call a ‘black widow’. Her first three husbands died, we dont know why, and the last of those gave her HIV. For some reason the HIV paralyzed her from the waist down at which point Dr. J figured he could help with his years of wartime medical research and experimental eye treatments. After 6 day, she started to walk. We really needed to sit down with this guy for a week to get all the little details cleared up, like how that resulted in this pretty Nica lady marrying an old German guy. And why was it OK to leave the 5 year old boy asleep in the back of the truck while he enjoyed both a tea and coffee simultaneously. The whole story was so outrageous, including his rants about free energy machines and curing skin cancer with electricity due to different electrical resistance between healthy and cancerous cells…we really didnt know what to believe. Plus, we are in Nicaragua.

We had to separate ourselves from this conversation before his angry wife came back. She did pop in, ask where the boy was, she then went over to the truck and grabbed the kid and stormed off. We didnt know what to expect next. We came back to the room and did some googling. His whole story checks out.

You never know who you might meet when on the road. This is way better than television.

Playa Maderas for the day

We switched rooms yesterday. We opted for the smaller, darker and quieter room tucked at the back of the property for the extra days we added on here in San Juan del Sur. Probably a good choice as we now can’t hear the trucks noisily climbing the hill out front or the barking dogs nearby. We also have a bathroom window we can open since there seems to be a lack of bathroom fans to clear any stench from the air…hint, hint.

The eggs were a bit plain. The toast underwhelming, but that’s because bread is a bit of an art form for us spoiled North Americans. Cake-like white bread is standard around here. A multigrain bagel in these parts would probably sell very well amongst the tourists passing through here. We did find a lonely donut shop tucked in amongst the streets here, but it is so far back from where the gringos are it seems hard pressed to even pay the rent with only the occasional donut sale. The donuts here are not sexy.

We got chatting with a couple that came in yesterday. They are in from Seattle. Both of them work in a French immersion school back home and they have a couple weeks to make their way from Managua to San Jose. Today they were planning on squeezing in both the climb to the Jesus statue on the hill and a surf lesson at Playa Maderas. We too were planning on a beach trip to Playa Maderas, but that alone…and no surf lesson. We both wrapped up our breakfast and started packing up to head out.

A quick side note. Our housekeeper here is timid, but friendly. She is trying to learn a little English, but finds it difficult. She sees the benefit of learning because so many guests that roll through here speak very little Spanish, however she doesn’t really get the support from her employer. The host gal we have here is an onsite manager, fluent in English because she is a German traveler, but because of her willingness to work at a job illegally for essentially free…it reduces the opportunity for local Nica people to improve themselves and earn a bit more. This I gathered from broken conversations with Sonja this morning and other chats with business owners around town. Now that we are parked in one place for a few days, it is great to start chatting with people that live and work here.

After outlining the correct pronunciation of raspberry to our cook, and me learning that passionfruit is called one thing in Nicaragua and something completely different in Costa Rica, I fetched Melanie and we headed off to find our ride. Casa Oro, a sister property to this one… but they call themselves and eco hostel. That probably means they can charge more and wannabe millennial tree huggers will pay a little more to know that their food scraps are being composted. We found the place, bought our round trip tickets, and piled into the back of a truck with duct tape padded rails and three surf boards.

The ride was rough. Washed out roads and steep inclines required the truck to stop and engage the front hubs for 4 low driving for the last stage. Only a 9km drive that shook and bounced us about on the wooden benches for a solid 30 minutes. It was only 4 bucks a person though. I wonder if they have partnered with any local physiotherapy clinics to deal with the injuries just from the ride. We emerged relatively unscathed and headed down the beach in search of some photos.

Again, no shade on this beach. It was a bit of a cloudy day, and well prepared with loads of sunscreen and hats we were determined to finish the day without a burn. We marched our way over water washed rocks. We stared into little tide pools filled with urchins and crabs. We found the far end of the beach which held only a few humans other than ourselves. Time to put the stuff down, play and take pics.

We rolled in the surf. Gulped some very salty water and shook the sand from our shorts. After an hour of goofing around we had our pictures and started back to the pickup point for a bumpy ride back into town. With a 30 minute buffer, we were able to enjoy a couple expensive passion fruit mojitos before climbing into the back of a classier Jeep for the ride back to town. Again, 25 minutes of jostling and we arrived in one piece back in amongst civilization.

Feeling bit queasy, we stopped at a little hole in the wall for a bit of lunch. We saw the place was packed with gringos the last few nights we wandered around town, so we thought we might as well try. Only one place to sit though, at a table with a well tanned Asian guy with an oversized laptop on the table and a stack of marked up papers. He shuffled his goods into a pile and invited us to sit.

This was Ken. He is the owner of this little noodle and wrap shop. He has had this joint for 6 years and came down here 10 years ago from Orange County. We chatted for probably a good hour about how he came down this way, expat support after the storm, and entitled kids these days. Apparently San Juan del Sur has changed quite a bit in the last decade and he is used to seeing gringos with all these big ideas of moving down here to start a business. He figures they typically last 8 to 12 months then pack up after losing 30k because they couldn’t weather the low season along with the high. He says there are now 80 restaurants all in the city and local Nica people dont understand why gringos go out for dinner. If locals dont support your business, it is really hard to make something thrive off just tourist dollars.

There are other complications with gringos coming into town trying to create their own opportunities. They pay anything for rent, which drives up prices for everyone. They pay much more for supplies, which also messes with the local economy. As mentioned before, they employ other gringos under the table and reduce opportunity for local Nica people.

A very interesting chat. Ken’s food arrived, so we headed back to our room for a dip in the pool. We also felt that the food at Ken’s place might not be sitting so well with us…so best to be close to the necessary facilities if need be. Sure enough, those facilities were needed… and so was that bathroom window.

A few hours later we headed out for dinner and ended up at one of the badly smashed up restaurants on the waterfront. I remembered a sign our front mentioning happy hour all day…which was exactly what we wanted. After our last mediocre waterfront dining experience though, this would again test our tastebuds and patience.

We ordered a couple cocktails and some small plates. With those first sips we realized the place only had 5 tables set up, as well as a kids swingset…you know, the one with the slide attached to one side. Almost all the tables were full. Why not more tables? Well, half of the floor in the place was missing. The top deck was hanging low and supported by only a couple temporary posts…so that was also out of commission. Interesting place, drinks were tasty…and our small plates of shrimp tacos and chicken fajitas with French fries showed up. Amazing. Super tasty, plump and moist. We added some ceviche for dessert and were happy. We will be back. They can probably use the cash to help with the rebuild.

So we are back. Bought a half bottle of rum for 6 bucks and are back in the room for the night to write and research. As much as we tried to avoid the burn, the speedos I wore exposed a little too much upper thigh. Although i might normally have pigment on those parts, they have not seen sun in many years so just a little beachy exposure and they have pinked up real nice. Long shorts from now on

Relaxation and recovery

This morning I was a little pink on anything that isn’t already brown. They joys of vitiligo. Our mission today was simple…find a hat and stay out of the sun. I already have a hat, but not near enough coverage with a ball cap to shield me from this sunshine.

Breakfast was simpler this morning. Typically breakfast is served between 8 and 10 here. At 8:05 we were probably a little optimistic to sit down expecting a meal. 8:15 rolled along and the antsy German couple got up and started toasting some of their own white bread. 8:25 and our cook and maid arrived. Right on Nica time. Shortly after her arrival we had a fruit salad with watermelon, dragonfruit, and cantaloupe. Added to that was a side of yogurt and granola. Add a black coffee and breakfast was complete.

Considering we were in no rush, Melanie headed back to the room and I sat there contemplating life. Why do we make things complicated for ourselves. Over the years Melanie and I have done a good job of making things easy and simple…and every now and then we complicate them with new ventures and ideas. Simplification is the key and it may be a couple more years before we get back to that.

I got chatting with our hostess here. A German girl just looking for a little something different. She started in Mexico sometime in 2016, and had plans of heading down to Peru. 10 months ago she landed here in San Juan del Sur and liked it enough to start volunteering at a hostel. That quickly turned into a management gig which she does here for all of $300USD per month, plus room and board. The wage isn’t great, but it is a Nica wage and she is happy. Life is simple. She just bought a tiny lot with an even smaller house just outside of town so she will have a getaway for her off days. She knows she doesn’t need a lot, so this might be where she stays…assuming that permanent residency thing can be worked out.

The day was getting warm. If we were to get out and wander the streets, now was the time. Melanie fetched me from my pondering and chatting, then we departed for town. Our expectations for finding a hat were low, but we had all day to look for something that might work. Melanie likes shopping anyways.

We entered many shops. Some stinking hot. Others were burning precious electricity on multiple fans. We might have been the only gringos shopping because the hot streets were not all that full of tourists looking to spend their hard earned dollars on nicknacks and crap. We found lots of hats, but all with some really ugly embroidery. Wide grass hats. Cheap paper hats. Knitted beanies in the traditional Jamaican red, yellow, and green. All of them were not working for me, although an army print fishing style hat with Nicaragua emblazoned across the front of it was looking more like a winner than the alternatives.

We found a hat. A tiny store we have walked by a half dozen times and never walked in. Tucked off to the side, three stacks of hats that were different than all the other hats we have seen in this country. One of them was destined to be mine…if the price was right. There are no price tags on any of these items and haggling is the norm. Now the lady that runs the shop is there from early in the day until late at night. I am sure she is seasoned at wringing every last dollar our of a sale and she could see that finally this was something I wanted. The price, 200 cordoba…or about 8 of our Canadian dollars. I countered with 150 and she came back with 180. A minor sacrifice which i was still happy to pay.

With my new accessory, we headed out to celebrate over lunch. Today, a tasty chicken burrito a couple of hibiscus ginger iced teas. Just enough food in our bellies to swim comfortably for the next few afternoon hours. When the clouds moved in to give us a little break from the heat, we headed down to the water to watch both the sunset and crews patch up some of the boats that washed ashore. Still a bit of clean up to do, but that should all be done in time for the busy season start in a few weeks.

We were set on Thai food tonight, but the place didnt open until late…so we ended up at the same place as last night. Drank mojitos and ate large helpings of stirfry. No complaints here, but it also meant that by 7PM we were ready to head back for the night.

So here we are. In for the night. Maybe a little less pink than yesterday. Priming ourselves for a beach day tomorrow.

Feel the burn in San Juan del Sur

Finally, I have figured out what is making that click, click, click noise that really sounded like someone constantly rapping on a door. Considering it was in Leon that we first heard it, that actually was a lady open palm smacking the door with a ring on her finger to try and get the attention of the inhabitants inside. But then many more times that night…and the next two nights…all night… i thought this lady was just overly helpful or crazy.

The clicking sound persisted, from town to town. I was certain this helpful lady was not following us, so it had to be something else making the noise that was common everywhere in this country. Birds? Bugs? Was it all in my head after too much sun exposure? Geckos were the answer. We have seen these guys stuck to the walls and ceilings of our places for a few weeks now. Now it makes sense. With that revelation, I am now able to sleep at night.

Breakfast this morning was included with the room and for Sunday they do French toast with a large side of fruit. We doused our fried sugary white bread with syrup, savoured the fruit, and downed the weaker coffee for our first meal of the day. We got chatting with a young German couple making the most of their 2 weeks of holidays and found out they were on the same start to their day as ours.

We finished up. Offered them suggestions on how to meet Rambo and relax Laguna-side for a few days, and packed a bottle of water for a hike up to a big Jesus statue. There is not a whole lot of specific things to do here in San Juan del Sur, so by completing this hike we might almost be ready to move on.

We set off through town and along the beach. Not even 10AM and that sun was fierce. No clouds to shelter us from that direct sunlight today. We made our way barefoot through the wet, hard sand and stopped for probably a little too long to grab a time lapse video of 4 guys moving a boat down the beach. After watching for an absurdly long time, we finally passed those boatmen and made our way back to the city streets for the hike up the hill.

This was to be a short trek. Google maps had it pegged at 30 minutes. Relatively flat for the majority of the walk with a 200 meter climb for the last stretch. No problem, we probably did that at the Laguna two days in a row.

This was different. Hot. Sweaty like we haven’t sweated before. Based on the time stamps for our pictures…it took us over an hour. Too much dawdling on the beach. Offering up a few tissues and one of my precious bulldog clips to a girl that sliced her toe open on the beach. Stopping to coax Melanie up the hill. We made it though, paid the gatekeeper 60 cordoba each and made our way into the base of the Jesus statue.

I thought he might have been taller.

We immediately sought shade. Consumed most of our water, and snapped a bunch of pics while enjoying the cooling breeze. After 20 minutes up top, we headed back down. Not a whole lot to report up there other than a viewpoint. Our trek back was much easier, although our legs were starting to feel like jelly by the time we hit sea level again.

Another long, shade free walk. We headed straight back to the room for more water, a rinsing shower, and snack before a late lunch. Hangry and hot is what we were, so smoothies were in order for the afternoon. We stopped in at Simon Says and had a tasty chicken sandwich, watermelon lime smoothie and some peanut butter, chocolate, banana and yogurt blend they called Jesus! Appropriate for the day and the extra sugar was likely needed.

Pool in the afternoon. Nap. Sunset viewing from the top deck in hammock chairs. Dinner at a little stir fry place along with happy hour margaritas. Round out the day with another dip in the pool and now we’re in for the night to soothe our sunburnt bodies. More shade tomorrow.

More sunscreen too.

Shuttle from Granada to San Juan del Sur

6:30 and I was up. Melanie sound asleep even though sunshine was streaming in through the window and that morning breeze was starting us off at 28 degrees C. We might be adapting, and if we are it seems to be ever so slowly.

A strong pot of coffee was prepared by our host Brian, and after a spritz of bug repellent we went outside to enjoy that coffee with the Laguna view in clear sight. Last night we had rain. This morning was just still air, which made the surface of the water almost like glass. Since we had to depart in a few hours, a hike down to the water and back wasn’t in the cards. A good morning to sit and observe the dragonflies and hummingbirds in the front yard while banana pancakes and eggs were being prepared for us inside.

We departed for town around 11:00, so we could intercept our shuttle to San Juan del Sur. Scheduled pickup was 12:30, but everything here seems to run on Nica time. Just in case, we parked our bags and ourselves at Cafe de los Suenos again and lunched on a smoothie and savoury crepe. These are some of the best crepes we have had in quite a while. The French Canadian guy, Simon, must have trained his cooks well. Attentive, friendly, and they make super crepes. A great way to depart Granada.

The shuttle showed up exactly 20 minutes after we were expecting it. The timing here is almost getting to be predictable. We tossed our bags in the roof rack, crossing our fingers they would be covered and tied down at some point, and climbed in to a nearly full van. Excellent, a chance to chat with other people heading in the same direction. One more stop where two more bodies piled in and we were off.

These people though were not as chatty, or even mildly friendly though. A bunch of young introverts with their faces pressed into Kindles or their phones. Headphones in to tune out the ride. These kids were simply being driven to their next party destination. No interaction with each other. No interaction with us. A bit disappointing, since I figured the shuttles might be a more fun way to travel than the local chicken buses. Stories and experiences could be shared as well as tips…but no. We will have to rethink our travel strategies.

We dropped 3 girls at San Jorge, the port to Ometepe. We looked at catching a ferry over to the two volcanoes isolated in the middle of Lake Nicaragua, but opted for the beach instead. The water we have enjoyed over the last couple days has been fantastic and will be hard to match anywhere. The jungle hikes down to the water have tested Melanie, and she now knows that although nature hikes are nice…mosquitoes are not so nice. Spending a few days being eaten alive by bugs while hiking up one volcano to get a picture of the next wasn’t going to be part of our calendar.

So off to the beach. Many beaches. San Juan del Sur is a touristy center for visiting a pile of nearby beaches. After a day of enjoying the sand and surf, many people come back to the bigger center to eat tacos and drink inexpensive, yet super tasty rum while trading stories. That is now where we are stationed for the next 3 nights.

After check in, we headed down to the waterfront. Tropical Storm Nate rolled through here a few weeks back and made a bit of a mess. Yes, we see smashed up patios that once extended over the water at high tide. A few large boats remain washed up next to decks where groups of people enjoy happy hour on a Saturday afternoon. Debris has been put in piles and large pieces of formed fibreglass that used to be part of unfortunate vessels is not up on the sidewalk ready for collection. This place is still just fine to visit. Maybe not quite as pretty as before the storm, but within 60 minutes of arrival, I had already downed 2 beer to keep up with Melanie’s passion fruit mojito and we were wondering how to buy a place here.

We like it here. We do need to do more exploring, but this is the first place we have found that feels comfortable and homey, even with the storm debris. Tomorrow we dine on one dollar tacos and beer. Maybe we explore Nicaraguan getaway homes a little further.