It wasn’t a large town at all, but it certainly showed me that Costa Rica was not the underdeveloped third world country that Nicaragua was.  This town was so full of concrete roads, des...

It really wasn’t the same.  This time, instead of a tent, I stayed in the dormitory with the girls.  The beds were incredibly uncomfortable, and the room was occupied by some very s...

The girls and I wanted to travel together for a week or so, and started planning our trip. They hadn’t been to Ometepe yet and wanted to, so I agreed to go back with them. I wanted to take ...

In fact, it was fairly eventless. We found a nice clean corner and settled down on Tristan’s sleeping mat and sleeping bag, the security guard took our names and passport numbers, and nobody...

Tristan and I decided to fly back, leaving Joel and Per to do the return journey by boat and bus.  The plane was tiny, and all passengers had to weigh themselves with their hand luggage before...

Our stay with Heike was a memorable and blissful time.  We thoroughly enjoyed cooking for each other, finding inventive new ways to include mangoes, and building bonfires on the beach at night...

After two days (despite Per arguing that we should only stay for one), we packed up and took a boat to Little Corn.  The harbour where we arrived was pretty ordinary – a little dirty, a ...

On arrival, we shared a taxi out to a small beach that was recommended by our guidebooks, and we weren’t disappointed.  The place we found didn’t actually have rooms or beds, but a...

The man took us to a nearby guesthouse which was clean and inexpensive, if not a little uncomfortable, with thin foam beds and no windows.  It was only one night, so we weren’t too bothe...

Apparently miracles do happen.  Not long after we left the boat, a kindly old Nicaraguan lady approached Guillherme, holding his open passport in her hand and comparing his face with that in t...

Let me back up a bit.    The boat arrived at 1am and we all got on it.  Most visitors to Ometepe use the one hour, daytime, small boat from San Jorge (which we had arrived on), but...

I took a bus to Altagracia, still not knowing exactly what I was doing, but as I got off the bus, fate gave me my sign.   “Larissa!”   I looked up, and there, hanging over...

I met a group of boys who were camping next to me while I was there – Joel and Tristan from Canada, and Per from Norway.  We did a day trip out to Santo Domingo with a bottle of rum, a...

The trek up the hill was difficult with our backpacks on and our stomachs full of beer, but all completely worth it when we arrived.  Built completely from wood and bamboo, with fruit trees an...

Two days before I left Granada, Vincent and Ainara appeared after having spent a few days on the beach, so we decided to travel together to Ometepe, an island formed by two volcanoes rising from th...

You guessed it.  I was robbed again.  Two guys on a bike rode past, the guy on the back jumped off, swiftly cut the strap on my handbag before I even knew he was there, and was back on th...