So, we made it safe and sound to our beach after a couple of hours of driving from Managua. It was quite surreal driving our own car through the country side. All modes of transportation were seen, from thousands of bicycles, donkey drawn carts, funky buses and the national rig, Toyota, which is very good for jihad. We passed one active volcano, on an island in Lago Nicaragua. Our casa is 30 minutes down a goat path, which we carefully negotiated in our rental Kia. Definitely need to upgrade to a 4X4. Our beach is empty....seriously, a fucking ghost town. Picture endless white sand bays encased by rocky outcroppings filled with big fronded trees and cacti. Add in one salty local Nica fishing with a handline, and there you have it; Not another fucking soul. Apparently all the Gringos stay in San Juan Del Sur. We snorkled in the cays today. Not much to see, as it is the Pacific side. Still, fun as hell. Now, RUM!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Playa de la Coc0
So, we made it safe and sound to our beach after a couple of hours of driving from Managua. It was quite surreal driving our own car through the country side. All modes of transportation were seen, from thousands of bicycles, donkey drawn carts, funky buses and the national rig, Toyota, which is very good for jihad. We passed one active volcano, on an island in Lago Nicaragua. Our casa is 30 minutes down a goat path, which we carefully negotiated in our rental Kia. Definitely need to upgrade to a 4X4. Our beach is empty....seriously, a fucking ghost town. Picture endless white sand bays encased by rocky outcroppings filled with big fronded trees and cacti. Add in one salty local Nica fishing with a handline, and there you have it; Not another fucking soul. Apparently all the Gringos stay in San Juan Del Sur. We snorkled in the cays today. Not much to see, as it is the Pacific side. Still, fun as hell. Now, RUM!
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