Grenada:
Hola! I am blogging all the way from the sunny brown earth of Playa del Coco, Costa Rica. I've had a hugely relaxing and fun trip to some of the centralist of the Central American countries. Though highly unfortunate that I didn't get to see any other parts of Nicaragua I was hugely impressed with Grenada. I had been looking forward to the city and had heard travellers tell of its colorful colonial splendor, but I had expected something perhaps slightly more bedraggled and run down. But Grenada was lovely and clean with testy street dogs, smiley old men and charming children. We encountered very few tourists and spent our days mostly wandering through the brightly painted neighborhoods, taking pictures and stopping occassionally for coffee or beer(Victoria = muy bueno) The coffee was incredible too. I am kicking myself for not buying any to bring back, as it tasted much better than the Costa Rican coffee I've experienced while here.
The central plaza, Grenada:
Cute Girl jumping a fire hydrant:
Colorful Grenada:
On Thursday we took a taxi for about $3 to Puerto Asese and submitted ourselves to one of the three or four skippers that approached us. We then walked a quarter of a mile down a pleasant jungly path while parrots and butterlies flew about and monkey's howled in the distance. We eventually came to a boat and puttered off, going slowly through the warm calm waters, passing Nico childrenlaughing and splashing.There are over 2000 people that live on the hundreds of tiny islands off the coast, fishing and farming and rowing their children to the one main school. It would be a highly isolated, though extremely peaceful way of life. I am sad to report that I did not see any sharks or crocodiles. Our guide told us they were not in that area of the lake. Bummer.
An island:
Friday we made the long journey back through the border. Though we are probably two hours from Grenada itself, the trip home took at least six or seven hours. When we got the border, the two earlier busses were still waiting to have their luggage examined by the "customs" officials. By the time they got to ours the officials looked pretty bored with their task, took one look at us and looked at us waved us by. On the way back our bus was stopped twice by police to inspect passports, I am guessing in attempts to cut down on illigal Nicaraguan workers in Costa Rica. The word is the $9 a day they can make working 13 hour days in Costa Rica is better than anything they can find in their own country.
Now I am enjoying a day mostly by myself. Mike left early this morning to fly home to NH so it is just Charlie and I for the next day.I've done nothing today other than take a long walk, swim in the ocean, swim in the pool, take a nap and read. Now I am drinking a Pilsen and hoping to find a nice spot to watch the sunset. Tomorrow though I am planning on doing something slightly more adventurous, white water rafting in two person inflatable canoes with a few people I met down here.
I am a bit burnt, but at least I know if get lost in the night I can use the blinding whiteness of my boobs to help guide me home. Safety first, my friends.
I think this is the male. He was the loud one. (Howler Monkey):
Playa del Coco in the morning:
Another amazing Costa Rican sunset:
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