Drinking beer and making waves

Trip Start Nov 08, 2008
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Trip End Jun 30, 2009


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Thursday, May 7, 2009

I worried about the pottery in my backpack for the whole bus ride. Two surfer dudes looked at me in disbelief as Paul told them about my shopping spree. Giant men couldn't lift it onto the roof of the bus. I have to carry this thing for the next 3 months. I'm clearly an idiot.

Anyway, we turned up about lunchtime in Nicaragua's hippest beach resort. It was dead. And it took nearly and hour to find somewhere to stay. Where are the touts, people! Then the lady we stayed with complained that this was the low season and she had trouble filling her rooms. Why wasn't she meeting me at the bus stop around the corner from her house? It's the same laissez faire in the bars. One place the barman was laid out across 3 stools watching telly. We had to practically beg him for a drink. Don't they want our money?

It was hot hot hot. We went straight to the beach. A surprisingly lovely half moon bay with little fishing boats bobbing up and down, and no people. Where is everyone? So we hung out, swam, ate fish and chips, drank cheap beer looking at the sea, it was so lovely. We also took a bus to a surfing bay, a wild and windswept beach with 'good breaks' apparently. Having no desire to drown ourselves trying to surf we rented boogie boards and attempted drowning that way. But if you do catch a wave it feels great. It just didn't happen very often as we were both crap at it. There is also no respite from the sun on this beach. The best we could do was hide between two rocks and drape my sarong over the gap. But by the time we had made this convoluted shady area the tide was coming in, it was quite embarassing.
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