Ometipi, the volcanic Island (Nicaragua)

Ometepe (the place of two hills) is the largest island on a fresh water lake in the world. And is basically one volcano joined by a thin strip of land with a second cone created by the rock it spewed out.
Mestlitepe is one of the indigenous names and translates as 'the mountain that menstruates'. Her last blood letting was 1957.

Its fertile soil supports citrus, bananas, coffee, water melons, cotton and tobacco.



Its sweltering in the port town on arrival so we get a Chinese motorbike taxi to the peninsular for some sunset swimming, this cheeky chappy hitches a ride.



We whiz by a blur of cobalt land and school kids wandering home dragging satchels, our faces turned into the wonderful breeze. Down a narrow track shaded with gnarly trees we squeeze by a herd of cattle being ushered by kids on bikes and reach our destination. A quiet spot scattered with palm roofed shelters and a little café. This odd volcanic sand peninsula snakes out into the lake and disappears in the distance where a family are in the water casting their nets.






The shallow water is a wonderful temperature, even warmer on the right side. We take a massive bath. Dave films me crawling out of the water like a first life form, and down at the point (where land finally becomes lake) we practice walking on water.









As the sun sets the swifts poor from the trees and head out onto the lake in their hundreds. They keep coming, filling the pink sky with tiny black dots.

I tell Dave about the American girl on the beach at sunset the night before. As the fiery globe touched the horizon she scrabbled with her camera shouting “HOLY CHEESE BALL!”




OK so theres only about 3 birds in this picture but HOLY CHEESE BALL!

Our taxi man awaits us, its great having a driver!

We only stay one night at the port as its too hot and theres nothing to do. We cant afford the extra for the air con to be switched on so have 6 showers each instead (well, they have lots of water). Then we accidentally lock ourselves out at breakfast and have to fish through the glass slats in the window until we hook the tacky plastic shelf and manage to tip it near enough to get the only key for the room. Theres no key cutters on the island and none in Rivas (the port on the mainland) so the landlord is pleased we hook it. Time for us to check out some more of the pointy island.

Heres some pictures of the port town…..









Heading out to the coast we arrive at the finca which is chilled, quiet, has hammock's and of course a beach.







There are stone tables in the shallows all around the island for gutting fish.



We laze and swim from the layered platforms of volcanic rock and check out the passing wildlife.






In the afternoon I manage to lock us out for a second time in one day; in a place with no locksmith, would you believe it?. We are aided with the break-in (frighteningly easy knife job) and endeavor walk round the coast. We have to do a fair amount of wading in the water to navigate some complex root systems.


We meet many types of storks, the occasional kingfisher and butterflies along the way.



and very occasionally the rare human.



Eventually we head inland and check out a tranquil lagoon and watch a guy fishing waist deep with a weighted net he tosses in a spiral onto the waters. Then we head back for a sunset paddle, and life is sweet.



Horses are herded back along the beach each evening by our kooky island palm clad Pier.



Out on this lake at sunset is Zentastic.





In the morning though, the finca turns into a chainsaw nightmare, yes indeed the petrol fueled bad boys are back. They are dismantling our hammock clad, palm frond roofed, lake side haven, time for a Sharpe exit, well ,manana, manana.

Another stroll takes us into a very dry thirsty wood in search of some monkeys we can hear. We don't find them and end up sandwiched between some shear cliffs and the lake. Nice view of the island and the second cone the first volcano built.

Stripy pregnant lizards scuttle through the crisp undergrowth and the majestic crowned Jays squawk warnings of our presence from the bulbous red and cream trees and cacti. Of course with all these birdie alerts we see no monkeys.

We see the locals using the stone water tables on the way back, and they ain't gutting fish but washing their smalls.

With limonadas and fruit salads and that fine warm breeze we watch the sun set and flocks of storks fly over the water and rise above the trees back down to the safety of the lagoon to roost.

Over dinner we watch 10 geckos feeding on the roof. Dave says its amazing they never fall off. Later a gecko falls off the ceiling of our room and lands on Dave's ruck sack with a small thud.




The next day we break camp and head to the smaller cone of the island. Insert ourselves onto a rammed local bus, alight and wait for a second with an annoying German girl wittering on about how dangerous Mexico City is, though she didn't have any problems herself of course!  The 12 seater that appears has 20 people in it already but they are jolly and insistent there's plenty of room. Squeeze in we do, and with a baby resting on my arm and a child leaning on my back and the money takers leaning out of the open slide door, we are away. 




Myriad is on the lakeside (of course) and surrounded by lush vegetation and chickens. Camp is busy with travelers and has a veggie café feel with lots of hand written notices up in coloured pens on wholemeal paper.

We'd run out of water 2 hours ago and waiting 40 Min's for a drink took the hippie edge off us somewhat.

The jays are here too but pleased to see us and our crumbs.



We hired kayaks for the the duration of our stay (for $15 each) and paddled out to monkey Island where some rescued Caputoo reside. We were warned not to get too close as the vicious buggers can jump on your boat and give you a nasty bite. They spot us and dash down the Pier and sit scratching their bellies willing us to get a little closer. As we paddle round the island it takes quite a bit of strength for the current not to push us into their clutches, and I get a proper soaking. The monkeys lolup through the undergrowth and run on their back legs following us round.

At the second Island we have to rescue an insipid looking hippie who swam over from the mainland with boyfriends. They were on the island feeding bananas to the monkeys, when they predictably turned nasty. She isn't a strong swimmer and her long waterlogged dreds make her position stupidly perilous. Dave pulls a muscle getting her back to shore, grrrrrr!



Back at summer camp we hang out with some travelers and meet a girl (Victoria, skin head in photo 2 above) who has been so bored of telling folk what she does at home that she'd amusingly taken to telling them she made dice.

We decide we cant be arsed to climb the cone and just get off on watching the colours change on it from different reclined positions.

27.4.08 (I think its a Sunday, so nice when it doesn't matter).

The scorpion was in our sink and Dave (without his specs on) thought it was some leaves and got very close to getting stung while brushing his teeth. The gardener came to save the day and nifftilly removed its sting with two sticks and let the poor thing go. Apparently if you get got your neck swells until you can no longer breath, nasty.

We take the kayaks on a 2 hour paddle to the swamp and have a very peaceful day away from the twittering hordes at camp traveler.

highlights of paddle:

• We see a 4 year old boy lasso a horse on the shore.
• Thousands of swifts feeding above us.
• Hundreds of cormorants sitting in the silver trees (no camera, dope!). As we maneuvered below them they took flight and arced above us filling the sky with black crosses.
• Dave tries to make a sail with his T Shirt and we drift some of the way back using our paddles as rudders.

Back at camp the staff continue to sap our will to live with the worst service possible and we work out by the time we reach Australia we will only have about £500 between us, mmmmm! South East Asia is looking decidedly not happening. Dave jumps off the Pier to make himself feel better.


boulders of volcanic rock

The following day we start the epic journey to the Caribbean Corn islands for our snorkeling week. More about that ridiculous journey in the next post.

San Juan del sur

15.4.08

We arrive in a town called Rivas, then share a cab the rest of the way with two Americans that are having a break from their border town temporary home. They are working there helping with aids issues while avoiding the regular street gun battles that occur in this shady outpost, brave pair.

After navigating round huge piles of sand blocking the road (put out to encourage tourism) 40mins later and 3 English pounds lighter we arrive at san Juan del sur and all head to a beachy hotel that’s been in action since the 30's. Here’s the side of it…..


Here’s the front…..




windows like the eyes of Marvin the paranoid android


Here’s our balcony, it cost 10pounds a night (v pricey for these parts!).

After eating seafood chowder we chill on the balcony looking out at the boats at anchor and try (unsuccessfully) to imagine living on one in a few weeks time. Not sure we mentioned there’s a strike at the panama canal and delays because if it, so our trip has slid back a little giving us time to squeeze in a couple more places. This may be a bonus stroke of luck as the owners might not have time to do the canal now leaving an opening for the Jonckels.

This is the only village on the coast around here and the hub for the surf beaches.

The water is flat and shallow, the bay undramatic but still a beach view never looses its appeal, the wound up travel tension unravels and slips through the balcony railings into the warm breeze.

In the coconut trees a squadron of squabbling green parrots wake us in the morning. They must be are the most vocally obnoxious of all our flighty friends but its always a thrill to see them in large numbers regardless of the din. All the restaurants seem to have one in a cage, it must be so frustrating for them to see and hear their wild comrades. Our nearest beach restaurant has a really nice parrot that you can hear calling "Ola! Ola" when bored-which is fairly often.

Family sand fight

The waters f-f-frrreeezing! Same sea as Mexico which was lovely and warm, plus we are nearer the equator. Dope! its that pesky Humboldt current.

We went for nice beach walk the following day, mysteriously lots of little moray eels had been washed up. I threw a few back for the frigget birds to scoop up;their wings are so long beach fishing is problematic.

mystery beaching.

There’s a couple of dubious blokes hanging around our front so at supper time we head up to the unlit quiet end of the beach to a posh bistro with burning torches in the sand & free wi fi. Thus we escape the touristy menus every other restaurant along the beach seems to be sporting; ironically we order burgers......posh ones though.

Surf day!
Boards & rash vests sorted we head over to meet the crew going out for the day.

The gang equals us, 3 of the surf shop staff and the young bandanna wearing wealthy Californians; the latter bless em they look like a bunch of tools but are really rather sweet. They rave about all the wild location snowboarding they've done while the ram shackled van makes its merry way up and down tiny dusty roads to the edge of no-where and surfsville.

The troop

The beach (el yanke) is deserted and we get straight to it. There's Regular breaks, some shoulder height, perfect for us, though it is much harder to stand up and they are unnervingly fast when you do.. I go nose down and smack into many a wave before the day is through, the board is a bit short for me. After an hour and a half Dave breaks a fin so I semi-reluctantly give up my board and potter swimming and beach combing. Dave’s looking like a pro standing up loads. I cut a walk short as locals woof whistle, later our troop leader tells everyone not to go out of sight as its bandit turf and being robbed by machete isn't uncommon, mmmm perhaps he should have told us this on arrival? Less time showing off more time on life saving tips please!

the awesome blender

Everyone should get one of these hand cranked blenders, vodka, ice and fresh fruit is the only thing that will coax Dave out of the water.

The following day we decide to get the boat ferry round to the other surf beach but they don’t have enough people to make the trip. Instead we find a couple of lads (with large rucksacks) who have found a fisherman who will take us for 5 dollars each. When his boat turns up there’s no way I’m getting in it, it’s a manky rusty tin can row boat with small engine, which really shouldn't hold more than 2 people. I’m really not sure it would make the distance and don’t trust him even if the boat could. The others are game but Dave takes note of my massive alarm bell and we shurk certain death for another day.

While taking stock and pondering our next move at the café Derrick appears on the beach. We met him diving in Utilla, its a very nice surprise. In the end we all get cabs to the beach and they arrange to pick us up at the end of the day. It’s a 3 beach day, the first (Majashal) is almost deserted and has powerful breakers, Derrick and Dave go quite a way out and body surf .

We meet a couple who point out a make shift camp site, where poachers lay in wait till night fall to steal turtle eggs. The guy who runs the only hostel on the beach races to dig them up first so he can burry them on his land to hatch safely. He has about 300 in the sand behind his building at the moment. It’s such a poor country the locals have seen an opportunity and are cashing in on it, so glad there’s someone here to put up a fight for them, even if its only one man.

Derrick the budding photographer (cabbies in the background having a rest).

On the way to beach 2 (maderas) there are millions of tiny hermit crabs, the beach is alive with the little cuties scuttling & beavering about.

beach 2

Single hermit's journey

Dave Edna at the beach bar

red dots indicate surf beaches.

At beach 3 (los playones) we meet up with the surf school, after the last two wonderfully deserted beaches this one is buzzing, there’s some real pros out here and the breaks are large! Our troop leader gives us the willies about how the bandits hide round the rocks we just walked from, it’s our only way back to meet the cabbies (there isn't a spare lift or anything else out here) so it will be a brisk walk back I expect.

We hang out and watch the expert surfers make it look so easy, then make a move back before dusk. We stick together and pick up beers on the way (to go with the glorious sunset). Happily the first other humans we come into contact with are our cabbies. They grin like Cheshire cats to see us, and not surprisingly; it’s a half an hour drive to come get us and they are very pleased we kept our end of the bargain.

Later we three dine at a lively beach deck restaurant. Derrick uses up the last of his energy fighting his shell clad clam spaghetti.

At 5am the loudest amp you every did hear wakes us with a sound check a couple of hundred meters away from our balcony. Its jolly African type music and we go downstairs and peer down the road with the landlady, pondering what imminent festival was in the making.
After a bracing early morning dip we go and get kitted out with larger boards and head back the original beach and catch nearly every wave (still white water though). Often Dave and I are surfing in together, it’s ace.

“now we’re surfin!”

I must add Dave does also hang out with the big boys and catches some proper waves as well as white water ones.

(This isn’t one of them)

Too much waiting around for waves in the deeper water for my liking.

We keep our strength up with cashews bought from the locals in huge bags and the magic blender provides rum punch with fresh pineapple, happy days!

I white out a few times and get some fine bruises. The surf day ends with the usual coaxing Dave out of the water session.

not a good look

Back at base that night we check out the music stage for a while but are dog tied so hit the hay. Only to be roused at 1.30 by "born slippy" which wakes us up smart and we nip back to the gig and dance for the last few tracks of the night and find some water. The dj was really good, his last track is a jolly Spanish number and he jumps down to join the last revelers and bounces around. We try and buy water but they are out of tickets so cant sell us any and we watch parched as they pack all the lovely liquid away. At Josephine's bar we find drinks and the locals relaxed and sweetly smooching to karaoke.

The Ola bird

We found a meditation book in the hostel, ironically its 8 minuet mediation for those people with very busy lives. The following morning we try a section where you are meant to allow all sounds in but not identify them. It was all going fine until the parrot started saying ‘Ola, Ola, Ola”…. after a pause he almost whispers “Ola” and we can suppress the giggles no longer.

This guy climbed this palm and got coconuts so fast, I almost didn't get a picture. Below the picture is the roof of the restaurant to give you an idea of scale. We went over and bought some of his booty and the Ola bird was tucking in too.

Its holiday time for the Nicaraguans and the buses keep dropping packets of them off on the Del Sur strip below. Later on we were the strange fish in the sea because we were swimming, everyone else just stands waist high in the water, fully clothed and in their family groups , often shivering. The beach is bustling with football games and families picnicking under the shaded boardwalks of the restaurants, none of them have the money to eat above.

We have ice cold lemonade and watch a frigget bird in an exciting high speed chase with a gull. They twist and turn until the gull finally gives in and drops his fish which is swiftly caught by the imposing black beast.

A boy and girl share a bike, she sits side saddled on the cross bar and steers and the boy holds onto her arms and just pedals, nice technique!

Big wave Dave's: free wifi, movies and good chicken. Here we brush up on sailing speak, surfing tips and endeavor to plan our trip over to the Caribbean side of Nicaragua to the highly praised Corn islands and some serious snorkeling. It took Derrick 3 whole days to get there but he said it was worth it.

There are some middle aged sailors at the bar; each of them has a very beautiful, young, bored Polynesian women at their side, perhaps not the glamorous life they expected, tis a sad site.

here’s some pics of san Juan del sur….

Painting for election day

More surfin the next day and we make pinacoladas in the wind up blender. Less waves but we stand up on most we catch. I don’t get total control, Dave says I’m standing too far back.

Ooh too big for me!

Have a very funny video of Dave; he thought he’d caught a big wave as you can see from his triumphant fist in the air. He was very disappointed when he saw the film…..will post it soon, cant find it….

There’s some long boarders here and they do a trick where all three of them come together on a wave and two of them step from their own boards onto the 3rd persons board, very cool cats. The Central American champion junior surfer is also here so it’s obviously the place to be.

After we left the beach last time a group of tourists got robbed on the same road we traveled. They put big rocks in the road so they had to stop and piled out of the bushes with machetes. Luckily we have some local boys working in our surf troop so we don’t get hassled but we did have to give one of them a lift back. You could see this big machete under his shirt; he was very hyper, overly friendly and physical. At one stage he almost dives between Dave's legs.............. and then pulls out some flippers stashed there, we exhale our collectively held breath. The orginisers look tense, they didn’t want to give him a lift but he was very insistent. It felt a bit like being with a ferocious dog who couldn't decide if he was playing or trying to instigate his position as pack leader. He showed us a photograph on his phone of when he was a child, he looked ok then, we were all very pleased when he got out.

We have supper with the troop at big Dave’s wave and head off the next day. Before we leave at breakfast we see a mad woman running backwards along the beach with a parrot on her shoulder, funny little place.

Right time for a quick trip to a volcano in the middle of a lake……