I have tagged along on a surf trip with my husband. It is beautiful here, and remote – on the southwest coast of Nicaragua, about 2 hours drive from the airport in Managua. There’s not much to do here, except surf, fish (if you have the gear, a boat and a guide), play on the Internet, read and run. There aren’t many shells, I was told that was due to the fact that the coral reefs are dead – perhaps from ancient rumblings from nearby volcanoes.
There are howler monkeys here, they come out at dusk.
According to this video, only the male monkeys howl, and they do so to let other monkeys know that they are here as they are very territorial.
We’ve eaten fresh fish, lobster (small rock lobsters), chayote and tostones (fried plantains) which we prepared ourselves. Tona is the “official” beer of Nicaragua and I found a crisp Chardonnay – Lazo from Chile, which paired very well with the tostones last night.
A couple of two hour flights brought us into Managua from Raleigh via Miami. From there, it was another two hour drive to the coast, the last 30 minutes of which were on a dusty gravel road, which is in the process of being paved.
My inner time clock is still on Outer Banks time. There’s a two hour difference, if 7 a.m. Eastern Standard Time, it’s 5 a.m. here. But I pretty much get up at dawn and go to sleep at dark.