nicaraguan time

There is no rush in Nicaragua. Time moves slowly and so do the people. We missed our bus to the ferry while the hostel was computing our bill. It didn’t bother Leslie, though, who promptly got us a ride in the back of a pick-up truck.

After the puking fiasco on the way to the island, I refused to get on any floating object that was not a large enough to carry a car or two. Luckily, the big ferry was leaving in an hour, which gave us time to eat some Eskimo ice cream and buy postcards before grabbing our seat in an air conditioned cabin. I don’t know if it was the size of the boat, or the clement weather, but we crossed the lake in no time.

Sidenote: After returning to Indiana, I was informed that Lake Nicaragua is the only freshwater lake in the world with sharks. Sharks that eat people.

A very bumpy, hot, squished taxi ride later, we arrived at San Juan del Sur on the Pacific Ocean. This bay and its nearby beaches are the new surfing hotspot of Nicaragua, and possibly Central America. We found a hostel, wandered the shops, and settled down for some drinks and eats.

I discovered that in Nicaragua, a “ham and cheese” sandwich actually means a “bologna and cheese” sandwich. I don’t understand the lack of ham products in this country. There are pigs wandering everywhere!