22
Mar
2009
Goodnight Nicaragua y Costa Rica
The thing with journeys is they pretty much all end. Obviously Nicaragua and Costa Rica ended months ago now. But I carry these trips with me for awhile longer as I pour through the photos, editing and culling the ones that I most want to share. And in the process, reliving the moments, remembering new friends, recalling all those little moments of connection with the larger world that made me go and made me sorry to leave.
This is my way, of course, to say that the Costa Rica and Nicaragua album is complete. It’s filled up with memories that I hope you enjoy and maybe it will encourage someone else to make the leap to leave their warm cozy beds and see a little more of this wide world.
Masaya Mercado
This was where we had lunch on our last day in Granada, a little market near Masaya Volcano. Although you saw tons of locals, the market was filled with trinkets for tourists. It’s actually an old market but it was destroyed during the war in Nicaragua in the 70’s and 80’s and was recently resurrected.
Granada Cementerio
Having seen the main cemetery in Granada twice from a van, I had to find my way back to it one afternoon before we left. I didn’t have nearly enough time to really take it all in. If you’re ever there and the least bit into cemeteries, check it out, it will not fail to amaze.
I also had to check out what I was told was the oldest church in Granada before I left, and I just made it there at dusk.
Dusk at Iglesia de San Francisco
The colors were very nice especially against the dusk sky…
Judy Wants A Close Up
Judy was pretty much a pet. She flew free but she knew that Daniel and Olivia who ran the eco lodge would feed her and take care of her. We had been watching her and Olivia got her down for us for some close up shots from the paparazzi. Solentiname was a beautiful and challenging place. I definitely saw that I could only live without some of the western basics for so long while staying here, but I still look back on it happily as a very cool life experience. Why is it so often that those are the experiences we wouldn’t be so keen on repeating??
Things to do while on Solentiname
Tranquility - Sunsets over Solentiname
Goodnight Nicaragua!
After leaving Nicaragua, we had two nights in La Fortuna and then a final night after a late arrival into San Jose. Believe it or not, I hardly took any photos. After a week in Nicaragua, a gorgeous place with some truly nice people, La Fortuna seemed so touristy that I just didn’t see anything I wanted to shoot. Instead, I did a canopy tour and soaked in the hot springs at Baldi every chance I got! I basically did the bum thing for two days before the long drive to San Jose and the early morning rise to the airport. Still here’s a shot of one of our group, Chrysta Brown, a photographer, who bungee jumped and the most photographed church in Costa Rica (apparently because of the volcano behind it).
Chrysta Jumping!
Iglesia de la Fortuna y Arenal
There’s a ton more of course, but that’s all in the album for the adventurous ones to hunt through. I’ve no idea where the wind will take me next but it it’s even half as much fun as this trip was, I’ll be a happy camper.
21
Feb
2009
Granada And Masaya Photos
Have been delayed in my photo editing by various things of late, but managed to get up the rest of day 1 and a little of day 2 in Nicaragua’s colonial city of Granada. As I’ve stated before, Granada was a place I already wanted to come back to before I had even left. If you’re traveling on your own, in my opinion, you should plan for several days here to really take it all in.
Pulperia Guadalupe!
Granada Cathedral
Granada Crosses
On the morning of day 2, we took a drive out to Masaya Volcano Park. I had been holding out for this chance to see a volcano. It was an included (i.e. pre-paid) activity and best of all, it was a drive-in Volcano! Putting it in perspective, most of the volcano’s we’d seen previously either involved hours of walking, slogging through mud, or both. Masaya Volcano hasn’t been particularly active since an eruption over 300 years ago. So, there’s a road leading to the edge of the main crater and you can walk a few trails near it to get varous views of the active crater and nearby extinct craters. A very nice activity for someone who’s interested in seeing a volcano but doesn’t want to, say, walk for 8 hours.
Masaya Volcano Crater
Contemplating - Masaya
Masaya - Ants Marching
There are more photos of both Granada and Masaya Volcano in my album of photos from Costa Rica and Nicaragua. Hope you’ll check them all out!
3
Feb
2009
Flavors of Nicaragua
Continuing the upload of photos from my trip, these will all be from Nicaragua. In fact, the vast majority of my photos will be from Nicaragua. We were barely in San Jose. Liberia was only a couple of days, and by the time we got to La Fortuna, once more in Costa Rica, it was a touristy place and I was all about zip lining and relaxing in the hot springs. Ha! I digress!
After our departure from the beauty of San Juan del Sur, we made our way to the island of Ometepe, which is in the middle of Lake Nicaragua. If you’re as remotely uninformed as I was before this trip, you’ve never heard of Lake Nicaragua, a large freshwater lake, in fact, the largest in central america. It has a number of islands in it, the largest being Ometepe, home to two volcanos. I’ll state now that I didn’t visit either of them. They were gorgeous from a distance, but an 8 or 10 hour hike did not hit me as how I wanted to spend a day.
When we got off the ferry, we muddled our way to a spot to wait as a group while our guide found our driver. It was a busy little port, being the only real way on or off the island. The first thing I spotted standing there was this lovely sign. The bright colors against the bright sky screamed for a photo. As we were in travel mode, my camera was buried, but I dragged it out anyway.
Deliciosa Aqui!
We stayed at a cute little hotel that would have been on the beach if the rainy season hadn’t just ended. Most of the group went for nature hikes or slogging up muddy volcanos. I decided that neither fit the bill for me. I just desparately wanted to wander some streets, which were nowhere to be seen near our hotel in the midst of a long dirt road. Luckily, there were buses running frequently and my guide was able to hook me up with what bus would take me where…. I didn’t really care where so accepted Altagracia as my destination. I got there on what most of us gringos would refer to as a chicken bus. Called as such because people carry whatever they need to on the bus, be it livestock or other. I experienced a few of these in Mexico. The trip into Altagracia wasn’t much to comment on. Seats were full but there was plenty of standing room. The ride back later would be totally the opposite, hopelessly overpacked by any standards but somehow everyone was cheery about it, even me.
The neat thing was, that these buses were all former school buses from the states. The first one I got on, I took a look, and sure enough, not only was it a Blue Bird, it was made in Fort Valley, Georgia, a hop and a jump from home. Here’s one of those so familiar blue bird buses on the streets of Altagracia.
Blue Bird Bus!
While the streets of Altagracia were cool, it was a small town and my absolutely favorite find was tucked a few blocks off the main square, a small cemetery. Actually, for the size of the town, it was a respectable size. Anyone who’s meandered through my photos know that I jump at the chance to wander cemeteries. There’s something really intriguing about seeing the different burial practices in different places. It varies even in the states, but I digress! I worry when I wander foreign ones, especially where I don’t know the language and might have trouble explaining my purpose, but when I saw the grazing horses and bull, I figured no one would worry about me desecrating anything.
Resting Places
Crosses To Bear
Crosses of Altagracia
Time on Ometpe passed by quickly and before we knew it we were on our way to Granada, probably one of my favorite places of the trip. A bit bigger and a gorgeous city. I’m just starting on the photos, but here’s one to whet your appetite for the colors and textures of this place.
Worn
There’s more of course, if you check out the full Costa Rica and Nicaragua album, even a few more of Granada, and of course more of Ometepe!
8
Jan
2009
Back From Beyond
When last reporting from Granada, I was getting ready to return to the midst of nowhere in Lake Nicaragua. I’ve definitely had my share of remote places for the moment.
We took a van to Managua airport. The actual airport is quite a bit nicer than expected, but we were flying out of the small end of it which is for local destinations. We were flying to San Carlos. Quick lunch in the Subway in Manaqua International Airport where I learned that Atun is Tuna. I was so hunrgy I didn’t much care.
We then hopped on our little 12 seat plane. My first flights were aboard propeller planes, although slightly bigger, so I can’t really say they scare me, but I don’t find them at all comfortable or overly assuring. I prefer jets when given the choice. Actually, I have to say that anytime they weigh not only my bags but me, I’m not comforted. They weighed us all, and all our bags. My bag was 10 pounds over the limit (but 10 under for the US). But luckily the group weight was what counted for our flight, so no extra charge.
A wee bit later we had flown over Lake Nicaragua and landed in the tiny burg of San Carlos. We watched our bags get unloaded and were told we couldn{t collect them until we were inside the hut. I cannot call this small building next to a single dirt runway a terminal. It was simply a hut. Once inside we watched another group pile into the plane returning to Managua. It was about this moment that one of our group realized her bag was not there. Yes, it had never been unloaded…
It was at one funny and tragic. Our guide spent half an hour bartering with the people at the desk. In the end, there was no way to get the bag back same day. They were putting it on a plane for the next day. I really felt for her, luggage lose, even for a day is no fun at all.
We took taxis to the docks at San Carlos and then boarded a boat to our “Eco Lodge” on one of the islands of Solentiname. The location was, I have to say, beautiful. A gorgeous little piece of island shaded by a variety of trees and plants. The couple who run it, Daniel and Olivia, were incredibly friendly. The islands are sparsely populated, maybe 1,000 people we were told.
The place is remote enough that the power is solar, so limited. The cabins only had a light. I had to recharge my phone at the main building. Not that I got a signal there, just that I needed it for an alarm. They do have a phone there for emergencies, but not for general use. Apparently it’s a bear to call out.
The first night, I shooed a gecko out of my cabin, another guy had spiders, and another group had bats. This should give you an idea just how out there it was. During the day, you quickly forgot, but at night, the warm temps and the critters made me want civilization badly. I really think only Ometepe or only Solentiname would have made the trip better for me. I’m hard pressed to pick one over the other, but I have reached my limit of backwater for the moment.
On our first day, our fellow traveler’s bag arrived (at a cost of $100 – which with luck her insurance will pay for) and a boat had to go back to San Carlos with her to get it. A few of us went back for lack of anything else to do. Sure, I could have laid in a hammock, but I had a better time in the hour long boat ride and 20 minutes meandering through a small market where they rarely see tourists. I got some cookies and thought the guy said they were 30 cordobas, when they were actually 13 (yes, my spanish is that bad). To his credit, he refused to accept my error. There are 20 cordobas to the dollar right now, so we aren’t talking a lot. I just have to give a shout out to the honest locals of San Carlos, Nicaragua!
Back to the eco lodge and a lazy afternoon. We spent two days eating (great meals) and the only exercise I got was walking to “town” the second afternoon. Even by Ideal, Georgia standards, this was not a town. Chickens and ducks and a room in a couple of houses with groceries or clothes. If quaint is what you’re after, Solentiname is your place. While there, a Brit who is travelling on a world ticket for a year briefly joined up with us to eat and share stories. She’s travelling alone and on the last two months of her year abroad. About my age and quit her job and sold everything to do it. Much jealousy. Although I’m not sure you’d ever find me wandering off to plaves like that wee island on my own. I need a bit more city to stay sane it appears.
I likewise think that I see I’ll never do peace corps. The cold showers have completely worn thin. Granada was at least luke warm. Solentiname was back to cold and bitter. I guess I could get used to it, but I’m not really sure I want to. That’s apparently a creature comfort that I’m hard pressed to give up.
I think I’ve complained enough, lest I sound like I’m completely having no fun here. I cherish every moment that I’m getting to see a little more of this wide world.
Today was back to Costa Rica day. We had breakfast at 6:30am and boarded a boat to San Carlos. We went through immigration there to exit Nicaragua and boarded a collectivo boat heading south on the San Frio River to Los Chiles, Costa Rica. Passports stamped and sat on the boat. As it’s a collectivo, it only leaves when it’s full. As we were first in line, we sat on for over an hour.
Just about time to shove off, it began to pour rain. A theme for the day. The roof of the boat had about a 100 leaks and one was, of course, over my bag. Drip, drip, drip… My bag is water resistant, not water proof, but it appears it was never enough to seep through luckily. It was a drizzle that alternately poured all the way to Los Chiles where it stopped just enough for us to load our bags on the van for the next leg luckily. As soon as the tarps went up over our bags on the roof, the sky opened again. We crowded in the building to get our passports stampd for re-entry into Costa Rica for a bit before boarding the van.
The van was a two hour ride and we were all determined to make no stops. Every time a stop was offered, we said no thanks. The only stop we really made was sitting on the side of the road looking at monkeys playing in the trees outside our windows. Still, no one budged, we were determined to make good time to La Foruna.
La Fortuna is a totally touristy town. I hope to explore it a bit if just for some tacky souvenirs, maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next morning, we’ll see what works out. Today we still didn’t have time for a lot. We got in and unloaded.
I happened to turn on the news (trying to catch up) just in time to see that there had been a 6.1 earthquake here in Costa Rica. It was felt here in La Fortuna even though it’s 5 hours away from San Jose. The epicenter was apparently a bit north of San Jose, where there were two deaths and a bit of damage. Hard to tell how much as the news thats doing much coverage is all in spanish. At any rate, we felt nothing on the road on the way here and are all well. As far as I know, this changes nothing about our travel plans or leaving here on time next Sunday. If you’ve seen the news and wondered, though, all is well on my end.
In the evening today, we took a bus tour out to see lava flows from a viewing spot for the local volcano – forgive me I’ve forgot it’s name. It was somewhat disappointing, the rain returned and we only saw a few brief flares that were bright enough to shine through the thick clouds. The town is close enough we might still see something tomorrow night, though, so fingers crossed.
From there we went to Baldi hot springs, a natural hot spring that’s been totally turned into a resort. Tons of hot pools and two huge slides. I had immense fun plummeting down those hot water slides because I had to use both hands to hold my glasses on, it was like being shot out of a gun at max velocity! Some of us are totally considering a return trip tomorrow.
My only definite plan tomorrow is a canopy tour at 10am. Otherwise, maybe some sightseeing around town and a little chill time. The next day part of the group is going whitewater rafting. Three of us not interested are staying in town until noon and will be picked up and taken to re-unite with the rest for our trek back into San Jose. So, yes, the trip is in its final days now! WAAHHH!!!! So, yes, I’ve complained a little, but you see now that I’ll still be sorry to leave.
6
Jan
2009
Back To Nowhere
Ah, about to head off to another anonymous island in Lake Nicaragua. After Ometepe, I think I´m over the middle of nowhere now, but maybe this stop will surprise me and be stellar. But after getting into Granada and getting to be in an actual city a few days, I am really not itching to go back. Apparently the next place, Selentiname (sp?) is pretty remote and unvisited and this is the last GAP tour going there, so maybe it´s pretty cool to get to go.
I spent a good chunk of my day exploring the small town of Altagracia on the isle of Ometepe on my own as reported part way in last time. I took a local bus out and got in some net time during the rain and wandering around the small town. I eventually found a local cemetery, which is on my list of cool things – seeing the different burial practices and all. Similar to Yucatan but not as colorful. There were horses and a bull grazing in this one. I didn´t realize about the bull until I was quite close but he seemed content to eat and really didn´t care.
Afterwards, I got a ¨quick¨ lunch in a little restaurant. It was the slowest meal yet – over an hour to get food after ordering. It really is slow time down here. I missed several buses back to the hotel while waiting on lunch. Finally got it and woofed it down and made a run for the central square to find a bus back. Lucky me, the bus that should have left 15 minutes earlier was still sitting in the square, jam packed with people and boarding more and more. I´ve been on a couple of ¨chicken buses¨in Mexico, but this was much more crowded. Lots of kids, so maybe school was out. Not sure, but crowded. Standing room didn´t even really exist. I was one step up from the exit on the stairs. Oh, and it was an old Bluebird school bus made in Fort Valley, Georgia! Surprise, right up the road from home!
The bus finally shoved off, and then stopped several more times to take on more passengers, never dropping any off. I have no idea how they kept squeezing them in. One mother got on the bus, handed her baby to the ticket collector, climbed over everybody and then had her baby passed back to her. It was really a neat experience ONCE!
After getting back, the group re-gathered and most of us went to a rodeo. I won´t go again. Seeing them get the bull riled up once was quite enough. Several of us left early and waited outside for the rest. I´ll try to be neutral and accept it as not my culture, but it was not fun.
Next morning, we made our way up to Granada! Granada is a lot like Merida, Mexico. And in January, it´s as hot as Merida was in May! Whoa! It´s a colonial spanish city like Merida, so that´s where a lot of the similarities come from. In two days, I´ve wandered a lot of the streets and gotten some (I hope) great photos of old spanish architecture, peeling paint, and all.
Yesterday was a tour of Massaya Volcano. There have been several chances but all involved hours and hours of hiking. This is a park and you can literally drive to the crater. Perfect! It was quite a site. No lava visible in the day, but you could see and smell sulfur smoke rising from the crater. Apparently no eruptions since 1772, but still active. We walked around there a bit and then visited a nearby town market and a pottery shop/school. There were some great bargains to be had, and now I just have to hope they can make it home in one piece! Think good thoughts!
After we got back, I walked to the edge of the old city to a giant old cemetery I´d seen on the way in. Fantastic! A half hour walk, but totally worth it as I got there in the best afternoon light. There´s really no way to describe it. I think it may be similar to New Orleans. Tons of mausoleums. Crosses and statuary dotting the cemetery´s skyline. I really could have spent a day there but it was late and I wanted to get back to the centro historico before dark. There were tons of guards in the ecemetery but there were also people sleeping amongst the graves! Not a full fledged city living in the cemetery like we saw in Egypt, but none the less they were there.
This morning, got up early and tried to re-pack everything. We have a charter cessna to ride from Managua to Selentiname island this afternoon. There are weight restrictions for both checked in bags and carry-on. I´m worried about hitting the weight limit on my carry-on since that´s all my camera stuff. So, I tried to re-distribute to the pack anything I wasn´t worried would break. I may have to pay for overage in the checked bag… oh well.
Anyway, that´s it from Granada. I could easily stay here a few more days. Nice city, nice people, but just a taste of it on this trip. Maybe back one day, maybe not. You never know.
