Inn on the Pacific San Juan del Sur

... been incredibly friendly, and they all seem to love<br>the word "perfectamente." They use it in place of "si" and to describe<br>almost everything. And that's exactly how we feel here. Perfectamente!<br><br>PS. Internet's pretty expensive here (there are only 100 people that<br>live in Santo Domingo and only two public computers), so we might not<br>be blogging much. But in amazing blog news, pix are back up and<br>running! Yay! Check em out on previous entries!

... contact the office down by the beach to get information of if the turtles were laying, hatching, or not present, and they were therefore unable to run tours. So we've been hanging out in San Juan del Sur holding on to the hope that ¨maybe tomorrow¨<br><br>So what's there to do in San Juan del Sur while you're waiting for turtle information? Most of it boils down to soaking up some salt water. There's a beach in town, where we've spent ...

... the place and the assortment of people who hang out and around there (Jeremy, Eric, my favourite Brazilians and of course the fantastic funny and great James) that I was almost able to forget that all my belongings, well everything for that matter, had a fine layer of brick dust, that my hair was constantly matted not just from sea water and sand but also sawdust and that the tan I thought was deepening was in fact just dirt. There is such a chilled out atmosphere there ...

... Ometepe on the ferry to Granada and would have to go back to Moyogalpa just to draw money again. I explained this to the owner when we sat alone at a table whilst the other swam. His response was that he could charge $20 per tourist because he knew tourists could afford it. This comment really did not help my mood, every backpacker knows that there is the local price and the gringo price but to have it said to your face just takes the cake. We had already decided that we couldnt ...

... effectively, navigating new cities and buses and trying to understand all the different accents and slang, and figuring out how to best get from point A to point B (while not getting robbed or worse). <br><br>I think for the rest of the day I'm going to take it easy, try to regroup, and get ready for a very long day and night of bus travel tomorrow. I've realized that when I get overtired every situation feels worse than it actually is. Tomorrow is a new day!<br><br>

In the tourist guide books, San Juan del Sur has been painted as the ULTIMATE beach retreat &#8211; must claim that name for a reason; so at the end of our orientation week, we hopped onto a taxi to check it out. The town was quite empty&#8230; we walked along the beach to pick a restaurant (haa.. according to my guide book, it was the most expensive restaurant in town&#8230; great job.) the food was alright, not ...

Hola, todos. <br><br>In the last entry I left off with me in Managua. On my last day two Quebecois arrived at the hostel (JF and Sabrina, to avoid using their ridiculously difficult French names) fresh from their plane ride into Central America. The following day I changed my plans and headed down to San Juan del Sur with them, the seat of Nicaraguan beach tourism. Funny trip down, with them having their first trip in ...

... surf in some of these locations, but that was all that was going for most of them. During all the time we were surfing and chilln&#8217; on the beach, Helana, my cousin was keeping us company. Once we got back into town is when the real fun with her started. We had an extremely fun and drunken night out in San Juan del Sur, too many memories made dancing the night away in the one and only bar, hahaha.

... pain because of the hortigas (those plants that give apain when you touch them), as we had skirts. It was already 16:00 and we were no idea where, there was no sound of waterfall, and the path was worse and worse. We found suddenly a path to go down, and Amelia decided it was time to take it. I wanted to walk further but lukily Amelia has more head than I, and we started going down. The path down was great, till we get to a place whre all trees had been cut down, and ...

... here we are, hiking up this volcano, I'm getting really light headed from the heat when around the corner comes a little old granny with her cane, slowly but surely making her way back down the volcano. Any complaints we might have had quickly vanished as we stared in disbelief at this little lady dressed in her Sunday best. The waterfall was about 35-40m with a light but steady fall of water. It was chilly but ...