Heeeeeyyyyyy Boys and Girls!!! Welcome back to the adventures.
Well, since the last time we have talked, a lot has happened, but first...
Yeah, I got robbed. Or pick-pocketed I guess is the correct explanation... So we were out one night in San Juan Del Sur, and I was walking back to the hostel to bush my teeth, say my prayers, and get some sleep. Well, I'm walking down the street and all of a sudden these two hookers and transvestite come up to me and start propositioning me. I say no. But this is a persistent little crew and they keep hassling me, and it gets to the point where hands are EVERYWHERE. I am yelling at them, slapping hands away, and screaming "NO MEANS NO!! AHHHGG THIS SUCKS!!!"
Well, my faithful followers, finally I get out of this predicament (no pun intended) and get back to the hostel. As I am telling Mark and some other friends the whole story we are laughing our asses off. Then Mark goes "Do you have that money I lent you?" "Yea actually, I didn't spend anything really". Well, I reach into the zippered back pocket of my boardshorts, only to find it empty. At this point, my mind is racing a mile a minute... uhhh... "Oh Snap! Those hookers robbed me!!!" HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! We all had a good laugh... well, at least it was Mark's money. Met another dude two days later that the exact same thing happened to him. Apparently they got someone every night...
And to your right your will observe the Jesus statue at San Juan Del Sur (pronounced Jesus, not Jesus). He was kind enough to absolve us of all our sins.. mainly because it was a good little hike up to see him in eighty degree weather. At the beginning of the hike we ask this security guy about which path to take and he warns us to be careful because Mark has his huge super-zoom camera, which looks especially big in HIS little fingers, so we are attracting a lot of attention. Anyway, pretty cool spot actually. This statue overlooks the entire harbor and city of San Juan...
The other night we are at the bars and gettin' a little tuned up. Mark and I each brought out a pre-decided $40 each, and agree to save enough to get a cab home. Well, late into the night Mark walks up to me - "Dude, give me all your money, I wanna hold onto it."
"Uh, Really?"
"Yea dude, I don't want you to spend it." Okay. Here you go buddy. I need a beer by the way...
So after about 30 minutes, we are having a blast, and Mark comes up to me and hands me like $30...
"Dude, hold onto this so I don't spend it and keep enough for cab money."
"Haha, okay buddy. No Worries..." So, about 5 minutes later I need a beer, and I see Mark is done with his so I turn and order two beers. I pull out the money, and go to pay the guy when all of a sudden Mark has his little hands on me and turns me around to face him. He has a pissed-off look on his face, and he is standing on his tippy-toes, nearly looking me right in the eyes...
"DUDE! What the hell!!! Are you hiding secret money from me?!?!?!"
"Holy crap dude! What are you talking about??? Mark, YOU just gave me this money, remember? I gave you all the money, and then you gave me back a bunch..."
"Uhhh, oh yea. Sorry man. Is that beer for me?"
Sheesh!!!
After San Juan we cruised up to this spot called Gigante. This is a REALLY small town. The bus dropped us off 5 kilometers from town, because nothing goes there. So we hike in, and when nearly there, we finally hitchhike a pick-up and get there. We quickly realize this is a very small, very poor town, but there is a great break called Colorados about a 45 min hike north. So we run into this couple and they have a hostel and we get situated. Well, the next day the husband finds out he is going to Iraq in three days and decides to throw a party...
"Looks like we should kill the last pig. We're having a luau."
"What? A pig? Luau? Party?" Done.
So, Mark and I went through the entire process, from beginning to end, and the luau is a sweet little party. There's nuthin' like roasting a pig for six hours... right Adam?
The way we have been town and country hopping has purely been by chicken buses and hitchhiking. We have been getting super lucky with hitchhiking, often cutting hours off of the normal travel times. Even still, spending over an hour, speeding over rivers and bumpy dirt roads in the back of a pick-up can be an uncomfortable and long process. Though, it beats the alternative of being on a hot and sweaty chicken bus for four hours, so its worth it. And we have been documenting every horrible ride with pics...
Though, when we have to take a looooong trip, like Managua to San Salvador (we skipped Honduras), the only real option is a Tica Bus. They are comfy, have bathrooms and air conditioning. Well, this recent trip was over 12 hours on this stupid bus! As you can see below, Mark was very entertaining...
Okay, that's it for now. We arrived in San Salvador a few nights ago, and made our way to our favorite hostel in El Sunzal, where we have been planning to spend the next couple weeks just surfing and kicking it. This is the BEST spot, my favorite. Mark's favorite. We have been looking forward to getting here all trip... well, when we arrived... it was no longer. They turned it into a bunch of stupid little shops!!! We are devastated. Fortunately, double pina coladas are cheap, and the surf has been probably the best we have ever scored it. And the weather and water is perfect. No worries...
- Jefe
