Bahia del Sol San Juan del Sur

Hola! Today is my first full day in a foreign country all by my lonesome. I arrived in Managua, Nicaragua yesterday at 12:30pm. I am 2 hours ahead of PST. I didn't get much sleep at all thanks to my new book. Good news is that I made a dent in it. I want to get rid of allot of my books before heading to Costa Rica. They are weighing me down, allot. I think I have enough time to take all 15 of them down. The drive from Managua to San Juan Del Sur, was ...

... br>kept repeating the word ¨cortar.¨ Me not being in a state where I
couldn´t understand Spanish, I did not like hearing about any type of
cutting. Finally we realized he wasn´t talking about my finger, but
about the ring I was wearing. Seeing as it was a life partner ring from
my best friend in college and ¨the only nice piece of jewelry I own!¨
(that´s what I kept whining about), I did not want to cut it off. The
guide tried to slide it off my ...

We arrived in San Juan Del Sur a week from today and have managed to settle in nicely, making this our home away from home. San Juan Del Sur is the major hub for backpackers and ex-pats who spend their days surfing the nearby beaches (Playa Maderas and Playa Romanso) and drinking rum at night. And that is exactly what we have been doing for almost a week now.
The first two nights we stayed in a nice hotel called Hotel Casablanca which is located on the main strip along the ...

... his wife, and asked him just to take me to the bus station. When we arrived I was jumped on by about 4 men who wanted to grab my mochilero, backpack, in other words, what Brad is referred to over here.

“Tranquilo.” I say. There is over an hour before my bus departs. Eventually a big fat guy wins out over the puny other 3. I feel a bit sorry for them, with their hollow, sunken cheeks, and concave stomachs, but gordo, has already got Brad and is running ...

... br>I burst into tears as soon as I had reached the top. It was by far the hardest thing I had ever experienced physically. My brain just couldnt comprehend the fact that I was standing on top of a live volcano. I hardly looked down the crater, I just clung to a rock, gasping for breath with Julian standing to one side of me, patting my arm. We all were dirty, sweaty and tired.

The strangest thing up on that crater were the bugs. These bugs were unlike some we had ever seen ...

... we were happily enconsed watching Endless Summer II when in walked Jules, definately looking like he has been travelling for a year with hair that lacked a style, just hacked at when needed, a tan, various baggage and... only one pair of shoes - Havvies. "Someone stole my shoes in Bocas at the hostel". Hmmmm

We celebrated the 3 Musqueteers being together by going out to Iguanas and getting the special. 180 cordobas for two half bottles of Flor de Caña ...

... San Juan Del Sur. We surfed all day with a local surfer named Juan Carlos. That night we went out to IGUANAS, a local bar/restaurant there in San Juan Del Sur and had such an amazing time!!!! I met so many people from all over Europe and Nicaragua. Plus Samer, a 23 year old guy from Boboyo, Nicaragau who mind was filled with nothing but catching the best waves and weed. Haha…but he was a nice guy and we danced the night away at Iguanas and the Jungle Room DiscoTech!

... merely consisted of towing a line on the way there and back, making it basically a surfing trip, which was fine and dandy by me. Playa Hermosa basically cannot be accessed by land, so we had the whole place to ourselves, and the surf was quality - a perfect scenario really. Some of the lads from San Juan were supposed to come too, but our lack of communication options meant that we couldn't get in touch with them to relay the rendez-vous info, but it was just as well ...

... prompted extreme amounts of swearing, followed by a little more swearing and then a rushed phone call to the airline. As luck would have it was able to be on standby for the same flight the next day at no extra cost and the lady on the phone checked the availability for me and said there should not be a problem (except for another night with the old alcoholic guy).
I managed to make my flight the next day, spent 2 days in Costa Rica doing absolutly nothing and then jumped on a ...

... tried to find a path..till we realized we were inside the private finca from before!!! We had gone back to walk till the same place!!! We decided then to go to the main road, but we thought it was nearer. I started to think we would have to sleep there, just Amelia had hope to find the road. And in the end we found it. It was already completely dark, but we asked somebody and manage to find our hotel...no internet anyhow. The day after we make autostop and then took a ...