Matt who I had met in San Pedro was heading over to the Corn Islands by flight. I decided I wanted to be adventurous and do the land option. I caught a bus to Managua (capital of Nicaragua) where I had to then catch a taxi to the other bus station and catch a local chicken bus to Rama which took 5hrs. Once in Rama I had to catch a panga (small boat) to Bluefields. This was a 2 hour trip. I stayed in Bluefields for the night before catching the ferry over to Big Corn Island. This trip was supposed to take 4 hours, however due to the ocean conditions it took 5 1/2 hours. This was the worse boat ride I have ever experienced. The boat only had a small cabin area which would fit around 20. Everone else had to sit outside. The sea was so rough that everyone on deck was saturated by the time we arrived on Big Corn Island. I wasn't sick but did feel a bit quezy. Many others spent the trip with their head over the side of the boat, hurling. From Big Corn I then had to catch another panga over to Little Corn Island. The trip in total cost about 30USD. Not bad compared to the flights which were 160USD return. Matt was waiting on the pier when I arrived and just saw the pain of the trip in my face. He was definitely happy he had decided to fly.
Checked into a hotel at the back end of the island. Found a small cabana for 10USD per night. Matt was in a different hotel but decided he would come over to this one the following day. That then cut the cost down to 5 per night.
The island was absolutely beautiful. Carribean paradise. Not much to do but relax. On the Friday night we decided to head out to the local club. There were 10 of us and we were the only ones there for the first hour, apart from the owners dog which was wondering the dancefloor. The place filled up and then it closed at 1am. We all wondered outside and met one of the local guys who suggested we all head to his place to continue partying. He said there was a dancefloor, bar and good music system. We walked down a quiet alley and the area just seemed dead, nothing was going on here. He then knocked on one of the windows of the house and yelled "Mum, I need the key". An older lady then came out in her bed attire and unlocked some double doors. The doors opened, lights went on and there was this club. The sister then got out of bed to work the bar and his brother to work the door in case of any trouble. The night continued until 6ish that morning. What a great night.
The time was coming to an end here and the memory of getting here was still strong in my mind. I don't think I could handle the boats and bus journey again, so decided to fly back. The flight was in a small plane, only seated about 20 people. At one stage we flew through a storm which was pushing the plan every which way, however made it back to Managua in one piece. Caught a bus back to Granada where we made it in time for happy hour again.......