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Well we somehow made it through the Costa Rican-Nicaraguan border, finding it to be one of the most disorganised systems we had encountered. It took a mere 2 1/2 hours of queueing, which we couldn´t figure out why, until we got inside and discovered that for all the buses constantly arriving at the border, there was ONE woman both stamping passports, and managing the queue... Efficient...
Once we were through, we made our way over to the bus stop to get the hell outta there, and after being harrassed by two taxi drivers (who we were pretty sure were unlicensed) we found the stop. A mere 2 buses later and we were there, hurrah!
San Juan del Sur was such a pretty town, and despite being on the Pacific coast, it felt like the Caribbean. It had all these really wide, cobbled streets with amazing rainbow-coloured buildings everywhere. We were wandering through the town that night, about to get some dinner when suddenly there was a blackout! It was actually quite creepy as the whole town was pitch black, save for car headlights, and the people walking around looked like zombies. So we hotfooted it into the bar, which had a generator and got a round of cerveza´s.
On Wednesday we went to an infinity pool up the hill, which had a view over the bay, and was generally very nice. We made some guacamole to take with us, and some rum punch which was deeelish!
Thursday we decided to head to the beach for a night - Playa Maderas, and after an early start due to the wind hurricaning through the room (there not being a proper window) we were off. Unfortunately when we arrived there the hostel was full (boooo), but we found a slightly mad Canadian Marcos, who was lying in his dad´s WW2 hammock, seemingly asleep until Jason and Alice heard a chuckle coming from his direction. He hooked us up with two hammocks for the night though! After dinner (and pina colada´s), we headed to the beach for a bit of star gazing, which was amazing as you could see the milky way and Mars! Then we retired to our suites for what was sure to be a comfy night. Alice and Lily hopped into one hammock, and Mandy and Jason into the other. While lying in the hammock and looking at the stars was beautiful, it was def not one of the comiest nights... It being marginally less comfortable than curling up on a bed of rusty nails, but was so fun it was worth it! It was another windy night though, so every 2-3 mins sand would whip past your face, normally going into the eyes. And Lily had the bejeesus frightened out of her, as she could feel something moving beneath her, peered over the edge of the hammock to find three dogs sitting there! Supposedly ´keeping guard...´ However we all woke at around 6.30 to discover that we had survived, and no axe-wielding maniacs had found us hurrah! We then piled onto what turned out to be one of the worst bus rides of our lives... down an unpaved (and un-flat) road on a wooden bench with your own cartilage the only support offered, driving at break neck speed so a face lift was also supplied, as well as the sand blasting we received. Once we'd disembarked from the bone shaking ride, we (obvy) hit the soda straight away to get some gallopinto down our throats - we had been cold turkey for almost 24 hours!
And onwards to Granada we went...
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