FRIDAy 11TH FEBRUARY I arrived late the previous night so I didnt have the time to take in my surroundings but I checked into a really cute little wooden cabina. The couple who ran it were super chilled and nice and totally intune to the caribbean vibe! I got up early and walked along the golden sand beaches of the national park looking at the beautiful blue sea. It was by far, the best beach that I had ever been to, especially that early in the morning. I had a...

WEDNESDAY 9TH FEBRUARY By the time I got to Caño Negro last night it was dark and cold and the rain was pouring but I found my way to the Rangers Stattion to check in overnight. Unfortunately, they changed the rules and I couldn´t stay there but they showed me the cheapest place around. The owners were really lovely and showed me to a wooden cabin where I promptly locked myself in for a little cry of tiredness. I had a quick stern word with myself and a long c...

MONDAY 7TH FEBUARY - ALTRAGRACIA, ISLA DE OMETEPPE I like to make a move in the morning normally but the ferry wasnt until 7pm so i had a day hanging around Altragracia. Luckily, i had some good company and the day passed quickly chilling out in a cafe. there was a bit of a panic about oo many people trying to get on the ferry so we rushed down there early and brought our first class tickets (all foreigners had to buy first class - Mr L. King would have had a ...

WEDNESDAY 2ND FEBRUARY Today was the big move to Isla de Ometeppe which started with a bus journey, an overpriced taxi and an hour journey on a cargo boat across rough waters and finally a chicken bus where i was then left with a walk up a long dusty road to a complete dump of a hostel. It was right on the "beach" as advertised which doesn't exist right now due to high water but was there sand flies and maggots crawling about in the black sand. I saw a...

MONDAY 31ST JANUARY Oh my gosh, I started my day by smuggling myself out of the hotel at 5.30am, waiting on a dirt road for an old rickety bus, only to miss my connection because I didnt get my brain in gear in time. By the time I got to the border crossing it was hot, humid and I had somehow sat in chewing gum, lesson learnt. On the bus to Granada I chatted to a young boy whos mother was from Quebec and his father was from India so he spoke loads of languages...