After a long day of traveling, we took it pretty easy the first night. Trev and Katy braved a hostel room without air conditioning, but with a plethora of geikos running about the ceiling. The following night they chose to wisely stay in a/c. Trev and I played a fantastic round of golf in Managua, at Nejapa Country Club. We had a caddie named Victor that Trev and I briefly looked into the laws and regulations for adopting, as he was not only an apparent meteorologist, but he also improved Trev's putting a hundred-fold. Unfortunately the papers didn't work out, so Trev will just have to stick to his wooden putting stroke. Meanwhile, Katy and Brits enjoyed a day at the beach.
The following week was a blur of activities interspersed with chicken buses. Trev and Katy gracefully tore down Cerro Negro volcano on a tour guided by Britsy and myself. Although Katy did have a minor crash, she was no worse for the wear and got to take home a nice scar souvenir. We spent a beautiful day at a beachside lodge, where Trev, Katy, and I walked the wide expanse of empty beach, while Britsy battled a rare dose of rotten milk she had had at breakfast.
What none of us were ready for was the absolute onslaught of rain showers that doused us starting wednesday morning. Fortunately all we had planned for the day was traveling, but the roads turned to rivers and we found our way slightly impeded. But Trev and Katy took it in stride, and we did eventually make it down to Granada that night. The next morning we had a blast doing a canopy tour on the side of Mombacho volcano. We zipped, bounced, supermaned, and flew upside down through the zipline course. It was an absolute highlight of the trip.
At Laguna de Apoyo, a crater lake outside of Granada, we swam and floated, relaxing for an afternoon and a morning. We also took a night tour to Masaya volcano, where we were engulf
By the time we arrived in San Juan del Sur, the sun had broken through the rain, and we had a beautiful day and a half on the beach. The second day we spent at Playa Maderas. Here, we soaked in too much sun, as our red bodies would attest, and we tried surfing. After a brief, albeit educational instructional by Britsy, we hit the waves with our rented longboards. Trevor was irritatingly good, especially as I struggled to my feet, despite it being my second go around on a surfboard. Katy took some nice bumps and bruises from the experience, and Britsy glided along like she had been raised in a surfing capital. By the end, we were tired but all agreed it was worth the reddness and bruises.
The final day, we spent in the Masaya artisan market picking out gifts for family. The last night we spent in Managua, so Trev and Katy could make their 7am flight back to civilization. In all, the ten days was easily a highlight of Britsy and my time here in Nicaragua. If you would like to view our photos of the trip, click here.
But now that carrot is gone, so we will have to get another one...I don't think I will stop eating ice cream any time soon. Speaking of which, didn't Britsy say she was making milkshakes right now? She better not be eating mine. Whoa, I gotta go...