Los Penitas and Cerro Negro, Nicaragua

With my new Norwegian friend Arnfinn, I trekked a scorching half mile to catch a bus the the Pacific beach town Los Penitas. It's only twelve miles from Leon, yet the bus (50 cents) took a sweaty hour to reach it.

Our arrival made it all worthwhile though, as smooth black sand beach gave way to surfable waves. I rented a shortboard ($5) and caught a couple. We had lunch with Luc, Irene, and Carla from Holland at Hostelito Oasis. Oasis has a great elevated thatched roof hut, several hammocks, cold beer, and non-existent service.

Some kids tried to sell us shell necklaces to no avail, and when that didn't work they dragged out a horse on a tether. I'd never ridden a horse, so I gave the kids a dollar and rode the skinny nag up and down the beach. It wouldn't respond to any of my commands (it probably doesn't speak English).

The Dutch folks were staying the night, but Arnfinn and I were taking the last bus back to Leon, so we bid them adieu and walked to the bus stop. We waited. Alone. In the dark. The bus never came. Dejected, we walked back to the Oasis, to find the Dutch playing cards, listening to an MP3-phone on speakerphone mode, thoroughly sloshed on happy hour rum n coke's, and thrilled to see us still in town. They tried to convince us to stay the night in sleepy Los Penitas, but we opted to shell out the big bucks for a $15 taxi ride back to Leon. I had an appointment at 9am for Volcano Surfing I couldn't miss. Always an adventure in Nicaragua.

Today I paid $30 to go volcano surfing with Bigfoot Hostel. What is volcano surfing? It consists of carrying a wooden board covered in metal sheeting up a1000ft high active volcano, putting on a bright orange denim jumpsuit and goggles, and sliding down on crushed rock at 25mph holding on for dear life.

A wild horse delayed our arrival at Cerro Negro. It was galloping in the middle of the road, and when we tried to pass it, it would sprint to hold us off. Awesome.

We donned our prison jumpsuits. Right before sliding down the rocky 41 degree slope of an active volcano, a member of group realized none of us even signed a waiver. Our guides response; "T. I. N. This is Nicaragua."

It was a good excursion, maybe not $30 good, but worth a try once. They had a guy with a radar gun at the bottom. I clocked in at 39kph, and smoked the guy I was racing against. The fastest guy in the group hit 56kph. If I had been up against him, I think I would have taken more risk and could have gone faster. There's something about getting smacked in the face by rocks at high speeds and knowing the nearest decent hospital is about 1000 miles away in Texas that slows a man down.

We finished off the day with a great night out. By day three in Leon, I had like a dozen new friends and we got a United Nations pub crawl going. Leon is a really fun town, and I was sad to leave the next day. Such is the traveller's dilemma; just as you settle into a comfortable groove in a nice place, it's time to move on...

Leon, Nicaragua

Today I caught a bus to Managua, transited at the UCA station, and got on an A/C minivan to Leon. Using public transport in Nicaragua is really easy. As soon as you walk into the bus station carrying a backpack, men run over to you to direct you to the right bus and collect their 10cent finders fee. In Granada, I was hustled onto a hot bus by a man yelling "Managua, Managua, Managua, UCA, Managua, Masaya, Managua!" Bus cost $1 Check the video.

When we got to Mangaua UCA, he took me directly to my van for Leon ($2) , and when I got to Leon, I was directly placed into a cab ($1.50). It's like having transportation babysitters.

Leon is HOT, HOT, HOT! Damn, I thought Granada was hot, but Leon is even hotter. This may be the hottest place I've ever been. It's 97 degrees and 94% humidity and no breeze. Seriously, I looked it up. I've lived through 113 in Tucson, but I swear this is worse. I sweat even in the shade. I just can't take it at times, it's a debilitating heat.

"Let's go for more victories!" is a common Daniel Ortega slogan.

This mural commemorates the massacre of protesting locals by Somoza led government troops in 1979.

Sandino, the namesake of the Sandinistas was a Nicaraguan patriot who led an uprising against U.S. Marines occupying Nicaragua in the 1930's. He is often portrayed in the above silhouette.

Leon is the heart of the leftist FSLN Sandinista party. It has lots of artistic murals commemorating the revolution, and also denouncing the USA. I especially like the juxtaposition of Sandino standing on the head of capitalist Uncle Sam with a Mercedes parked in front. The "Bush Genocide, The Enemy of Humanity" graffiti is painted on the front of the municipal building, so obviously the local government is in agreement and allows it to stay there.



It is also a university city, so there is a youthful vibe that was absent in staid old conservative Granada. On the flip side, Leon is not a pretty as Granada, not as tourist friendly, and it's busier, louder, and hotter. If you only had a few days in Nicaragua, I'd recommend Granada, but for a more in-depth dive into the culture of Nicaragua, Leon is the place to be.




Nicaraguans are not the most motivated people I have met. I seldom see anyone particularly eager to make a sale. Nicas do a lot of sitting, and walking very slowly. Despite quickly growing numbers of western tourists, with pockets full of cash to spend here, few Nicas have made any attempt to capitalize on this. They seem to regard tourists as a strange curiosity rather than a source of income.

Nicaragua produces a fantastically smooth rum called Flor de Cana. You can get a whole 750ml bottle along with a bucket of ice and a couple Coke's for just $12 in most bars. Crazy.

I'm travelling alone on this trip, but many backpackers travel alone, and it's not hard to meet people and find people to hang out with on the road. In Leon, the Via Via and Bigfoot hostels are directly across from each other on the same street. This is the center of the backpacking universe for Nicaragua. Around happy hour you can find every gringo face in town in one of these places. As such, I grabbed a stool at the bar at Bigfoot, and within minutes I had joined a posse of travelers bar-hopping. I went to see a German movie with Spanish subtitles at the French Cultural Center in Nicaragua along with a Brit, a Belgian, and an Aussie. Later we added a Norwegian, a Canadian, some Dutch, and hit the town.

I stayed in a really nice bed and breakfast in Granada, but I decided to slum it in Leon. After escaping from a too-loud hostel the first night, I found Casa Ivana. I got my own room with two single beds, a bathroom with shower, sink and toilet, a strong fan for just $7. Was it nice? Not especially. But it was mosquito free, quiet, clean, and if you lay directly under the fan and didn't move a muscle, it was cool enough to sleep. I bragged about my find to my friends staying at the trendy Via Via and paying an exorbitant $13 a night, but I was outdone by my friend Arnfinn who found some family who rented him a room for $3 a night. $7 a night is an all-time cheap room record for me. Arnfinn met a couple who claimed to have rented a cottage on the coast of India for 70 cents a night. No matter how adventurous and thrifty you think your backpacking travels are, you are guaranteed to be outdone by someone else on the road. If I were to brag about going to 50 countries, there's sure to be someone at the table who has been to 80. If I have climbed a 14,000ft mountain, someone has climbed Kilimanjaro at 19,000. And I always get weird looks when I'm asked how long I'm traveling. Only an American would come all the way to Nicaragua for just one week. Most people I met were travelling for at least three months, and many for a year. It's good motivation to hear what other people are accomplishing.

Laguna de Apoyo, Masaya, Nicaragua

While in Granada I signed up for a couple of tours. For $11 I went on a day trip to Laguna de Apoyo, a volcanic crater lake a half hour out of town. One can go with either Oasis hostel or Bearded Monkey. I went with Oasis to their "Crater's Edge" hostel. For $11 you get round trip mini-van transport, and use of the hostels facilities for the day. The hostel has a plethora of comfy hammocks in the shade, a float one can sunbathe on and dive off, several inner tubes for the same purpose, kayaks, and a bar with some snacks. If you go, go on a full stomach, their $8 lunch is awful and overpriced.

Laguna Apoyo is a serene, beautiful, warm lake. I floated in an inner tube for hours getting an excellent sunburn. It was especially fun watching the British guys in our group trying to swim to the float while holding a six pack of beer, a can of Pringles, and a pack of cigarettes above their heads.

The next day I did a tour with Tierra Tours to Masaya Volcano, Masaya town market, and the "white villages". Cost $25 for the six hour guided tour. Our guide David was excellent, very knowledgeable, funny, and an excellent command of English. David was eager to learn the definition and correct pronunciation of every English word we used that was new to him. When we laughed at his pronunciation of the the word "cheated" (which he pronounced "shitted"), he asked us to repeat the correct pronunciation, and then he kept repeating it randomly throughout the day.

First we saw the active Masaya Volcano. Steam poured from the crater as David told us how the dictator Somoza once dropped political enemies from a helicopter into the crater in the 70's when it had molten lava. Nice. It's a cool volcano if you have never seen one, but for a guy from Hawaii, eh, not so much.

Next we went to the artisans market in Masaya. This is a great market, lots of nice stuff at cheap, cheap prices. Strangely Granada does not have any kind of market for tourists even though it is the most touristed city in Nicaragua. You have to drive to Masaya. I got a hammock chair for $10 which I managed to leave sitting on a hotel lobby floor in Dallas later in the week. I eyed some beautiful handmade leather boots for $60, but they didn't have a size 10.5, my gringo feet are just too big.

Last stop, the Pueblos Blancos. Here we saw some cute little white washed artsy towns, and visited a pottery factory. Actually factory is a misnomer, it was one families house, and we got to see every step of the pottery making process, which was cooler than you'd think. After seeing all the work and time involved in making pottery, I was able to buy a pretty piece for just $5.

Granada, Nicaragua

The big 5-0!!! I've hit country number fifty. Only about 153 more to go now. I landed in Managua airport in the evening. After successfully passing the Swine Flu infrared body temperature scanner, I grabbed my bag and headed outside to meet my shuttle to Granada. Well, the shuttle never showed, so I had to swallow my thriftiness and bust out $40 for a cab ride to Granada. The cabbie couldn't find my guesthouse, even though I had a map and was giving what I thought were clear directions in my best Spanglish. "Derecho! Izquierda! Derecha! Es a blanco y azul casa. Casa Silas. Calle de Concepcion. " Arrgh. We finally found it by pure luck.

Granada is a surprisingly sedate, picturesque town in an otherwise poor country. Nicaragua has a per capita GNI of $980 per year, the lowest in all of the Western Hemisphere, except Haiti. As such, I had low expectations. But I found that just as in Laos and Cambodia, poverty need not equate to misery. Granada has a dilapidated elegance. It is lined with colorfully painted Spanish colonial apartments. Schoolchildren in pressed blue and white uniforms run through the streets. Horses adorned with ribbons pull carriages. Granadinos sit in ornately carved wooden rocking chairs in the over sized doorways of their homes watching the world go by. It seems like a placid life. As I walked I passed family after family, two generations of adults rocking back and forth, eyes on the passers-by and ears tuned to the telenovela on TV. Children race about as they calmly rock in front of a fan, as the blazing Nicaraguan sun casts ever-longer shadows down their pastel alleyways.

People move slowly here. One must to survive the boiling heat. The Spanish wisely built their cities with narrow streets and multi-level apartments to allow some shade at all hours. Finding shade is a critical task in Granada.

Granada has some of the most interesting history of any city in the Americas. It is the oldest city in Central America, founded by Spanish conquistadors in 1524. In 1666 it was spectacularly captured by pirates in one of the most daring attacks in history. Henry Morgan paddled up the San Juan River by night with his crew in small dugouts. They then sailed across huge Lake Nicaragua, and caught the city's defenders by surprise. It may be the only case in history of pirates attacking a city 200 miles from the ocean. In 1856 Granada was occupied by American mercenary William Walker. When his plan to conquer all of Central America brought the wrath of Costa Rica and Honduras, he burned Granada to the ground on his retreat. Scorch marks can still be seen on one church that survived. The city was shelled and bombed again during the Sandinista revolution in 1979.

Granada has a lot of bicycles. A romantic evening out seems to begin with the man pedaling his mountain bike with his date sitting side-saddle on the crossbar. You see many couples, young and old, travelling like this. There are a few beggars here, sadly, many are kids hooked on glue. There aren't so many as to be frightening, but it's best to have some small change on you, or be ready to give a firm "no". There are many kids that prowl La Calzada for money. Some small children sell packs of cashews for 50 cents. I made friends with one kid who would hang out at my table and pretend to read Lonely Planet. The man next to me gave the rest of his dinner to a man missing a leg. Some other kids breakdance for change. A couple of them are really good. A big group of kids wear giant costumes and play drums and spin around. I have no idea what the cultural significance is of a giant woman in colonial dress spinning around is, but there are at least two competing groups with the costume.
Granada is a very safe city. I had no problems or felt in danger walking around at night. There is little police presence. Locals tell me that Nicaragua is very safe all over, except parts of Managua, and parts of the Caribbean coast due to drug trafficking. Oh boy is it cheap here too. A taxi across town is 50 cents, a beer in a nice restaurant is $1,A good meal $3-4, a t-shirt $4, An hour of internet $1, a bottle of fantastic Flor de Cana rum $7, a hand made hammock $11.