Hello
Mundo,
Finally we
are able to give you a quick Update where we are and what we did recently. The
reason why we are not writing earlier is that our SD card had a virus and we
weren´t able to upload any pictures. Apart from that where we most of the time
sitting in Pubs watching the world cup…
But back to
our trip: The last time we wrote you we were sitting in a small jungle village
looking forward for our boat ride into the jungle. Just after the blog entry we got
the information that there was a street (even it was not an official street –
not even Google maps has the street…) and there is one bus passing through the
jungle. Well, a bus passing through a mostly unknown street, that sounded like
fun and we took the bus.
The first few hours were fine. The street was a tiny unpaved road through the deep jungle. At 6pm it got dark – at 7pm smoke started to come out the engine and a few seconds later we had to stop. The radiator from the car was broken. There we where: In the middle of the jungle with a broken bus and no tools to fix it. And this on a road where only one bus a day were passing by – our bus!!! What could we do? An intensive discussion started between the people. The bus driver suggested to put corn flakes into the radiator as (after his imagination) would make the water thicker and this was the key to keep on going. Unfortunately not too many people are bringing her serials into the jungle, so this idea was out of question. The next great idea was… “earth”. Some guy thought we could fix the hole in the radiator with earth and started to collect very exited earth from the jungle. He was so passionate and wanted that the other will follow his example – but of course, nobody did!
No street shown on google maps to Pearl Lagoon
The first few hours were fine. The street was a tiny unpaved road through the deep jungle. At 6pm it got dark – at 7pm smoke started to come out the engine and a few seconds later we had to stop. The radiator from the car was broken. There we where: In the middle of the jungle with a broken bus and no tools to fix it. And this on a road where only one bus a day were passing by – our bus!!! What could we do? An intensive discussion started between the people. The bus driver suggested to put corn flakes into the radiator as (after his imagination) would make the water thicker and this was the key to keep on going. Unfortunately not too many people are bringing her serials into the jungle, so this idea was out of question. The next great idea was… “earth”. Some guy thought we could fix the hole in the radiator with earth and started to collect very exited earth from the jungle. He was so passionate and wanted that the other will follow his example – but of course, nobody did!
Soon we
were out of ideas and people got ready for the night in the bus (it seemed that
this was the most normal thing in the world for them). If you think that being at
night in a broken bus in the middle of the jungle was the worst thing what
could happen – well, think again: Soon after the people got to sleep we
realized that the other passenger weren´t just passengers – we think now that
this was the Nicaraguan national “snoring team”. EVERYONE started to snore.
Some really loud and heavy, other really quite – one woman behind us was especially
funny as she snored with every breath differently. From time to time there was
a snoring break as someone woke up for a few seconds to spit in the bus – probably
some special rules in the snoring competition, we don´t know.
In the bus. People in the background are sttarting to sleep - and snore
After a
couple of hours lights went on in the bus and the bus driver told us happy that
we can go on with our ride – but that we had to stop every 2 Kilometers to refill
the radiator. We drove 2 miles –and instead of refilling the radiator we had to
change the tire as one of them broke down. Carla and me where heavily involved
in fixing the problem – by holding the flashlight…
Anyway,
deep at night we arrived at Pearl Lagoon, our destination. A really beautiful
place. There is no tourism so far and you can experience the true Caribbean. Reggie
music everywhere and with people just walking through the streets doing… well…
nothing really. They are just there looking around. But it was amazing. We
visited some small villages nearby (and got history lessons from a guy in a
village who told us everything about the “contra” movement during the war in
the 70s and 80s. A guerilla movement had took over Nicaragua and the united
states where worried that Nicaragua become a second Cuba. So they spend
billions of dollars in opposite groups who were attacking Nicaragua from
Honduras and the Caribbean. We saw the airport from the contras in the middle
of the jungle and even the rests of the (only) stone house where the CIA guy
was living in), eat coconuts directly from the trees and had a bath in the warm
Caribbean sea.
THIS is the real Caribbean and not the one from the postcards - very, very poor
After 2
days at the lagoon we took a boat to Bluefield’s, a city nearby on the coast.
Our plan was to take another boat from there to corn islands, a “backpacker
paradise”. Boats were only leaving one time a day to corn islands. Every Wednesday
– of course, we arrived on Friday. What could we do? Bluefield’s is a typical
central America city. Dirty, poor, a high crime rate and a lot of drugged
people on the street. Nothing where we wanted to spend 5 days. Soon after arrival we heard
about a cargo ship what was leaving every Sunday to corn islands and that some
locals would use this ship too to go there. Good idea. On the next day we went
to "el Bluff" (a small island near Bluefields) and from there we took the 6 hour
cargo ship ride to corn island.
On the cargo ship to corn islands
Corn island
is a great island. It is very small, there are no streets (and therefore no
cars) and except a tiny village the interior is thick jungle while on the coast
you have beautiful postcard beaches. There is only one problem: Apart from us
there were like 1000 other backpacker (mainly north Americans) on the island.
It was totally crowded, the prices were as high as we didn´t see since Mexico
and it had nothing to do with a romantic feeling itself. We looked nearly the whole
first day for a nice Hostel, at the end we found something very nice. We had to
walk through the jungle for 30 minutes to the other side and there were some
huts built by an Italian artist. There was no electricity or anything
whatsoever and we had the whole beach there for yourself. OK, we had to walk every
time through the jungle to get something to eat (this was hard, especially in
the evening/night where you couldn´t see anything) but it was worth it – at least for
one day!
On the second day my (Romans) old enigma faced me again as a dog bit me in my leg. This is now the second time. This are now my words and not Carlas: “I HATE DOGS!” Well, I couldn´t walk anymore and my leg was bleeding like hell so we decided to cancel the trip and go back to civilization. The world cup was waiting.
Welcome to paradise - our "privat" beach on corn Islands
On the second day my (Romans) old enigma faced me again as a dog bit me in my leg. This is now the second time. This are now my words and not Carlas: “I HATE DOGS!” Well, I couldn´t walk anymore and my leg was bleeding like hell so we decided to cancel the trip and go back to civilization. The world cup was waiting.
We will try
to Update you in the next couple of days with more information.
Stay safe
and LETS GO BELGIUM
Somos un
mundo
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