Back to the Beach! (Nicaragua)

Thursday morning, we woke up super early to catch our 6am flight. We were packed up and ready to go...about 30 minutes after we were supposed to leave. Thankfully, the Nicaraguan domestic airline, La Costeña, is pretty relaxed, and the last of us was able to check in about 30 minutes before take-off. The flight was easy, a touch over an hour, and stopped on the Atlantic coast in Bluefields, before soaring over the ocean to Big Corn Island. We grabbed lunch at the port there, and jumped into a small, overly-crowded boat bound for Little Corn Island. Once we arrived, there were actually two people waiting for us to take us to our hostel.

We walked across the island, to our hostel, Grace's, and settles in for some beach time. The hostel was nice, right on the beach, but from the minute we sat down, locals started coming up trying to sign us up for snorkeling and diving and parties etc. We kept trying to politely tell them we were pooped from waking up early, but they kept coming, which was a bit annoying, along with the drums people kept playing at the bar. After a couple hours, we headed over to meet Jay who was staying at a hostel down the beach a bit. His place was great; much more secluded and a huge room with lots of space and futons.

We had a couple drinks in the room, and made the decision to switch hostels and all pack into the room at the other hostel, La Iguana, before heading out to dinner for yummy seafood. While at dinner, one of the locals that was hanging around at our hostel with a bottle of tequila since 10am, stormed the restaurant trying to fight some other local, effectively solidifying our decision to change hostels.

 On our way home, Nicole was pooped from a food coma, so she went straight back to the hostel, while the rest of us went back to Jay's room at La Iguana, to play Cards Against Humanity, which we had become obsessed with from 2 nights before. Jared went home before the rest of us, and Eliza and I went to sleep on the futon, while Bryan and Jay hung out. We finally all headed home pretty late and slept pretty well.
 The next morning, we woke up when the electricity went off at about 7 am, cutting off our fan, and turning our rooms into sweatboxes. Also, the walls were paper thin, so we could literally hear every conversation going on at that hour, making sleep impossible. No worries, we packed up our stuff, checked out of Grace's, and moved into La Iguana. Jay was still sort of sleeping sleeping, so we left our bags on the porch, overlooking the ocean, and went to grab some yummy breakfast. Some of us got eggs and gallo pinto, while Jared discovered potentially the world's best french toast with roasted coconut shavings. They knocked everybody's socks off!

 Afterward, we walked down to the beach, and lounged around soaking up the sun and playing in the water. Unlike the last hostel, no one was around and we really got to enjoy our secluded beach time. The food on the island was phenomenal, so we were very strict about eating three meals a day, no matter how full you still were from your last delicious meal. We grabbed a yummy lunch of ceviche and fish at the hostel before heading back out to the beach. Later, we showered up and headed to dinner, still stuffed from lunch, to have the local dish, called rondon, a stew of seafood and veggies in a coconut broth. After dinner, we were completely stuffed, but siked to play more Cards Against Humanity, with a pictionary twist. Lots of rum and fake tattoos later, we headed to bed.