Granada to Ometepe Island

Friday 10th August

Up early and breakfast at the hotel again before climbing into our mini van for our drive to the coast. Our destination was Ometepe Island, Lago de Nicaragua's largest island. To get there we had to board a ferry, and at first I read (finally finished my book, The Illusionist), but the music dvd that was playing on a dodgy old tv screen son went to the title screen and stayed there. The same continuous loop of a few bars of salsa music was threatening to drive me insane, so I tried to go to sleep to pass the time, with some success.  screen soon went to the title screen and stayed there. The same continuous loop of a few bars of salsa music was threatening to drive me insane, so I tried to go to sleep to pass the time, with some success. We were met on the island by another little mini van, and taken to our hotel. I loved it straight away. It was right on the edge of the lake, with its own little beach, and the rooms were little beach huts with their own porches and ROCKING CHAIRS. Very exciting. From the front of the hotel there was a stunning view of one of the two volcanoes that make up the island: Volcan Concepcion, the active one. At 1610m high, it's Nicaragua's second highest volcano.



After lunch in the hotel (tomato soup - the vegetarian food is getting progressively less inspiring) we had free time to freshen up and I spent quite a while just chilling out on the porch in one of the rocking chairs, enjoying the view and starting my next book. I've chosen Saturday by Ian McEwan, and I'm rocketing through it so far. I always forget just how much I love McEwan's prose until I read something else of his. It's brilliant so far.

We ate tea in the hotel. A plate of vegetables was my only real choice, and after eating it I had to give in and order papas frites (chips) to try and properly satisfy my hunger. Yesterday's good food day cancels out today's bad one, I suppose.

There's not much else to say about today, really. I'm looking forward to enjoying the island some more tomorrow, as Natasha, Jeremy and I are booked onto a tour that covers quite a few things on the island.

Granada, Nicaragua

Thursday 9th August
I woke up quite early this morning and was already showered, dressed and at breakfast by the time my alarm would've gone off. I managed to Skype mum (happy birthday!) and everyone in Scotland, which was lovely, and hand in my washing (nearly out of clean clothes) before getting into a horse-drawn carriage for a guided tour around the city.

Our guide was really nice. Among many things we saw the San Francisco Church and monastery, the La Polvora Fortress, the only train in Nicaragua (an old steam train on display from the 1800s - the rest of the railway network has been sold piece by piece to the US or El Salvador), and climbed up to the top of the bell tower of La Mercad for good views of the city.

By 10:45 we were back in the Parque Central. Quite tired from the sun, and slightly worried about my lack of sun cream (ran out without putting any on this morning) I decided to go back to the hotel to rest (and Skype) until 12:30, when I met Natasha for lunch. We ended up stumbling across the Garden Cafe, a colonial conversion built around a beautiful leafy courtyard with a big fountain. There were tons of things to choose from on the menu, and I ended up having a fruit smoothie and the best hummous, feta cheese and roasted vegetables wrap I've ever had. It was so nice, and it even came with coleslaw. YUM. We both lamented the fact that we didn't have longer in Granada, as I definitely would have eaten there again given more time.

We were caught in a sudden downpour on the walk back, and both of us looked like we'd just stepped out of the shower by the time we arrived back at the hotel. We didn't have long to wait until our next activity: a boat trip on Lake Nicaragua, the world's largest freshwater lake. It was quite relaxing driving around on the boat, and the guide (the same nice one from the morning) pointed out lots of different wildlife to us. Mainly birds, but some monkeys too: Capuchin and Spider monkeys. We sailed around Las Isletas, an archipelago of 360 islands created by volcanic explosions from the nearby Mombachu volcano. We set foot on a couple, including one with a historic fort, and had a drink on another.

We had more time to relax back at the hotel before heading out to tea. Natasha went to enquire about our washing and at first the guy was saying that it would be tomorrow as the place had shut for the day. Eventually, after saying "no" quite a few times (we're leaving first thing tomorrow, so we definitely need our clothes back today!) he sped off on his motorcycle and returned with our nice clean clothes. Phew.

We ate at the same place as last night, because we were craving the gnocci again. This time I had it with vegetables, and it was just as lovely. I'm developing a real liking for iced tea here too. Then it was back to the hotel to pack (from scratch again - I wonder how many times I'll have to do that on this trip?) and then finally collapsed in bed.

27 today

Wednesday 8th August
I woke up early and ate breakfast alone - included, at this hotel - while opening a few birthday cards I'd brought from home. (All lovely, thankyou!) I was ready for 8am and left with Jeremy to drive to Cerro Negro - Central America's second most active volcano - to board down the surface of black ash. It was a nice little drive out to the volcano, and we saw some road runners - sadly not red and blue like the cartoon. We stopped off at a little place that had loads of iguanas and then it was on to the volcano. I had the guy take my birthday photo while holding my hastily cut out numbers (he thought I was quite strange until Jeremy explained) and then we hiked to the top.

The walk took an hour (I was red faced and puffing and panting for most of it, and the guy took pity on me - partly because it was my birthday, I think - and carried my board for me after a while). It was far more spectacular in terms of views than Volcan Pocaya had been, as the contrast between the black ash, the nearby green and the blue of the distant water was stunning. There was also a lot more to see in terms of volcanic activity; although there was no lava, you could smell the sulphur and see large areas where gas was escaping. There was quite a lot of heat coming from the ground, too.

We walked to the very top, and then back down a little to where we were to descend via our boards. We got all kitted up: all in one boiler suits, gloves and ski goggles. Jeremy had decided to stand, like snowboarding, and I had decided to sit, so that meant I had to go first. Standing at the top and looking down, it looked incredibly steep and I was very nervous. Afterwards Jeremy said he had felt the same, too. Unfortunately I didn't get off to a good start, as I didn't get enough speed and the front of the board kept burying into the sand. The video of me doing it just makes me look ridiculous! Haha. Once I got stuck, it was impossible to stand up as you would just sink and fall down - it's a lot steeper than it looks - so I had to figure out a way of digging out my board and getting back on it without tumbling down the hill. Tricky. Eventually I got the hang of it and slid down with quite a bit of speed, but I think the guide had grown bored of my failed attempts by that point and had long since stopped filming me. So the world will never know... haha.

Once we were driven back to the hotel I had time for a quick shower and opened a birthday present (thankyou Leanne) before we checked out and were driven to Granada. On the way we stopped at Masaya for lunch - a plate of vegetables for me, hmm - and a look around the handicraft market, where we spotted some rather scary-looking chicken baskets. Not your average holiday souvineer. We also stopped at San Juan de Oriente and La Catarina to get a view of the lake. Finally we arrived in Granada at our purple(!) painted hotel at around 5pm. Too late for Skype etc., I pottered around until 7pm, putting on my best maxi dress (purple with flowers) for tea.

We walked to the restaurant-y area of Granada: a long street lined with places, and lots of tables and chairs outside all the way along. We found a place quite quickly that would suit all of us (with more than one vegetarian option - what a novelty!) - and I had four cheese gnocci. It was DELICIOUS. The best gnocci I think I've ever had, and Rose said it was on a par with her Italian grandmother's homemade stuff. High praise. There was a musician nearby singing and playing his guitar, and at one point Augusto must've signalled to him because he came and sang about seven choruses of 'Happy Birthday', in Spanish and English. At the end of the meal the group surprised me with a little dessert brought out with a candle. :-)

We walked home and I went to bed pretty much straight away, exhausted from a long but happy day.

The low point of the trip? Let's hope so.

Tuesday 7th August
Up at 5:30am (ouch), just a cheese sandwich for breakfast because the kitchen hadn't opened yet, and on the bus by half past six. Thankfully it was our private air conditioned mini bus, and I managed to sleep for a while. We had a long drive to the coast, where we got our passports stamped (bye bye El Salvador) and boarded a boat that would be our means of entry into Nicaragua.

Augusto had already warned us that the border crossing into Nicaragua can sometimes be difficult, and had photocopied our passports and sent papers ahead several days ago to try and ease the process. Unfortunately a Canadian woman and three Belgians who were also on our little boat had managed to make a few mistakes, so we got so far out into the water and then had to turn back SEVERAL times so that someone could wade back and forth in the water with their passports trying to get missing stamps and sorting out various problems. We also had to go back once or twice for some unknown reasons, too. Sometimes, we just had to sit in the water off shore and wait - no one was sure what for.

Once we finally got going on the boat, we got quite wet. The wind was really strong and we were splashed quite a lot by the waves, so I spent most of the journey with my eyes shut unfortunately. Our backpacks were already safely secured under a large tarpaulin, but we were also given bin liners to put our smaller bags and valuables into. We had a good laugh as the Belgian man attempted to WEAR his, making a hole for his head in the top and fashioning a kind of black straight jacket. Haha.

We were apparently about two hours late when we stopped at a small island for lunch, but for some reason the people there claimed not to know anything of our reservation and had no food prepared, so we moved straight on without eating. More time on the boat, until we arrived at a small beach. We then had to wait until the Nicaraguan border control decided we could get out, and because of the lack of a pier we had to wade to shore. It felt like we were refugees in some weird film scene, emerging from the water with our bags held high. (Thankfully someone else brought our backpacks to shore - I don't think I could've lifted it above my head.) It was the strangest entry into a country I think I'll ever have.

More waiting, then finally our passports were stamped, we paid our entry fees, and next was the bag inspection. Augusto had warned us that sometimes they have made people take literally everything out of their bags, but was hoping that this time they might just ask one of us to do this. Instead, they had each of us stand by our bags, open them, had a little poke around and then said "okay".

We got onto our new bus - just benches in the back so were riding sideways, sadly without air con - and off we went again. Shortly after this we hit a chicken; seeing it spinning as we continued down the road wasn't a nice sight. Cue lots of "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes...

We stopped briefly at a petrol station and bought a few snacks, on the understanding that we would eat when we arrived in Leon. This was at about 4:30pm. Little did we know that ahead lay blocked roads due to some kind of protest involving the sugar cane farmers. We hit a traffic jam, and were at a standstill for the next five hours. Dear me. I read until it got dark, played a few games with Natasha and chatted, but all in all it was pretty dull. We finally arrived at the hotel at about 10pm, hungry but all too tired to go out to a restaurant to eat, so we all went straight off to bed. I felt quite ill once up in our room, but I expect that's just from not eating.

All in all, not the best day, but at least we're in Nicaragua now!

Time to RELAX

Monday 6th August
A free day by the pool? Yes please.
It was so nice to know that today was purely for relaxing. It almost felt like a "regular" holiday - nice for a day or two in between things, but personally I couldn't do this every day for two weeks.
Breakfast was included at this hotel, and I chose french toast. It was beautiful, and came with as much maple syrup as I wanted. YUM. Freshly squeezed orange juice and green tea, too. I made use of the free wifi to Skype Philip and then everyone in Scotland too, which was really nice.
After that it was bikini time, and I fell into a cycle of reading and dozing on my sun lounger and having a dip in the pool every now and then to cool off.

Eventually, after three hours or so we were all feeling quite hungry, so we got lunch at the hotel. The eating area is right next to the pool under cover, and I was a little bothered by the wasps and flies (they seem to target me particularly!) but I managed to have a sandwich, a few chips and another strawberry drink. I went back on Skype, then had a quick shower before meeting Augusto at 5.
He took us on a walk around the town. There wasn't much to see - mainly cobbled streets and non-descript buildings - but he told us a bit of the history including the recent civil war that killed more than 50% of the population. Part of an aircraft was displayed in the park as a reminder, I think. We went to the main square and I managed to get my El Salvador Christmas decoration and flag patch (our stay here is so brief I didn't think I'd get either) plus a pretty little box.

After that we had pupusas for tea - I had spinach, mushroom and bean-filled ones - before going back to the hotel.

Three countries in one day

Sunday 5th August
A meagre breakfast of Quaker Oat biscuits and we were on board our mini bus by 8am for a day of driving. Thankfully it's both private and air conditioned, so there's quite a bit of space to spread out and it's relatively cool. I managed to sleep and read to pass the time.
In between driving we had lots of border crossings. Augusto had already explained that due to some problems with the roads it would be better for us to reenter Guatemala and then drive to our destination in El Salvador that way, rather than trying to get there directly from Honduras. This meant more stamps at the Guatemalan border but none for El Salvador, for some reason.
We didn't reach our hotel until about 4pm. Along the way we stopped a few times: once at a basillica, and next at a shopping mall for lunch. (Subway sandwich - not exactly sampling the local cuisine but it was nice all the same.) Our final stop was at the site of a volcano eruption which occurred in 650AD. While tractors were digging they discovered some buildings preserved under layers and layers of ash - it turned out there was a village underneath, a bit like Pompei. There wasn't a great deal to see expect for the structures of the buildings, but it was quite interesting reading about it in the museum. By the time Augusto arranged for a woman to guide us around the excavation sites, though, I think I'd started to react to the caffeine in my drink - I'd bought what I thought was a cold raspberry drink at the shopping mall but it had turned out to be iced raspberry coffee, and I'm not used to coffee - because my mosquito bites were driving me CRAZY. I couldn't concentrate on what the poor woman was saying at all.

 Once we were back in the van I dug around in my bag for an antihistimine and then tried to go to sleep. By the time I woke up I felt a lot better, and we were at the hotel in Suchitoto, El Salvador.
I think this hotel is just a rest stop to break up long journeys, really, as there doesn't seem much to do in Suchitoto. The hotel is nice though, and seems popular with the locals. There is a gorgeous view of the lake, and a pool I'm looking forward to using tomorrow.

Once we arrived, some time after 4pm, I didn't really do much except Skype/Facebook etc. and rest in my room until tea. We ate in the hotel at 7, and mine was a little disappointing (bowl of mash with a few mushrooms, brocolli and melted cheese on top) but the drink was nice (strawberries blended with ice). Pretty tired from the journey, we all had an early night.

Copan Ruinas, Honduras

Saturday 4th August

My favourite day so far!

We met Augusto at 8am and walked for about twenty minutes to reach Copan. There we met our local guide there: 75-year-old self-confessed comedian Antonio. What he lacked in teeth (he had about two) he made up for in jokes. For the next few hours he guided us around the ruins, which date back to 426 AD and consist of an acropolis, heiroglypic stairways, ball court, temples and excavation sights. Lots of the statues and carvings were replicas, the real versions of which are apparently housed in the museum, or else in America somewhere. (We didn't bother going to the museum.)

I was glad we went early, as it was starting to get very hot in the sunshine by the time we left at 11ish. Before doing so, Augusto led us on a 45 minute jungle walk, and we saw macaws, large rodents, butterflies and spiders. He pointed out lots of different plants along the way; apparently he has studied botany. He definitely seems to know a lot about it.

We walked back to the hotel and gave ourselves an hour and a half to relax before meeting at 1pm for lunch. The four of us (minus Augusto) went back to the place we were at for tea last night and I had a much better meal this time: grilled gouda cheese sandwich with a bit of salad, plus iced tea. Afterwards Rose and I wandered around and I got my Honduran Christmas decoration and flag patches for Guatemala and Honduras.

We were going to get massages or some kind of beauty treatment, but when we went into the cafe/tour information place to find out about it something else caught my eye: zip lining. It said that you could book with just half an hour's warning, and it was $45. It would mean going on my own, but I thought, why not? I'm only here once. I told the woman that I wanted to do it, she made a phone call and half an hour later I was back there and climbing into the back of a yute (is that the right word?) with a few guys wearing "Canopy Tour" t shirts.

We stopped at another hotel and picked up two families first. I was so glad that I wouldn't be doing it alone! One family was from Dallas, and one was from Honduras somewhere; the two mums were friends from college. They all seemed really nice and chatted to me as we bumped our way along the road and up the hill to the Canopy Tours place. On arrival, we got out and had to sign some kind of disclaimer; I decided to just sign instead of reading, so as not to freak myself out about all the things that could go wrong! The guys put harnesses on those of us that were zip lining: everyone but the two mums, including the kids who seemed as young as 11, so that was encouraging - if they were brave enough to do it, I definitely wasn't allowed to feel nervous. One of the guys took my camera and said that he would take photos of me while I was doing it.

The zip lines were incredible. We got back into the yute and drove up to the top of a hill to reach the first one, and they sort of zig zagged their way back down to the bottom. I think there were about sixteen in total, and some were over a kilometre long. Some were faster than others, too. Each time, the guys would hook you up to the wire (you had to lift yourself up and jump so they could fasten the hook, which I struggled with as I'm so weak, but they lifted me up, haha) and you had to hold at least one hand on the wire behind your head. There were special gloves to wear. To break, you had to lean back and pull down on the wire, using two hands if necessary.

I did quite well, with only one minor mishap where I didn't break quickly enough and sort of went slamming into the guy at the end! The very next one was the fastest one of all, so that time one of the guys went in front of me - obviously I'd lost their trust, haha. Most of the time, though, I did them on my own, and I even ventured to look down. It was incredibly high up - I have no idea how high, and I've tried googling it but can't seem to find any answers. The views were amazing, and it was so exciting; I'm really glad I did it.

I chatted to the families during, and because the zip line guys were taking photos of them on my camera as well (I don't think they realised we weren't together) I took down their e-mail address and promised to send them the photos. We were taken back to Copan Ruinas in the back of the yute and the guys dropped me off at my hotel.


I still had just under two hours until tea, so I pottered around online, looked at the zip lining photos and videos and had a short nap. At 7pm we met Augusto and Rose, Natasha and I all went out to dinner to Restaurante Carnitas Nis Lola, the cool place we were stranded at during yesterday's rain. I had been saving myself for tea there all day, and splashed out on an enormous vegetable kabob that came with rice, chips, refriend beans, salsa and cheese. It was delicious, and impossible to finish.

We walked home and I spent a bit of time repacking my backpack before bed, as we're moving on tomorrow. Instead of driving to El Salvador, we're going to go a slightly different way to avoid some bad roads, and it involves going back into Guatemala and out again, so no doubt I'll be getting more passport stamps. Poor Natasha is worried about it, as her passport is so full - she's been to loads of places in the last four years, and is covering 18 countries in this trip alone (she's been travelling for six months with two more to go) so her passport is nearly entirely full. I'm jealous!