Nicaragua....another lesson learned

Nicolas has always wanted to go to Nicaragua. He talked about it the first day I met him so I felt like when we arrived to this country we were completing something he started a long time ago. Nicaragua was going to be surf. surf. and more surf. Of course we arrive at the last bus station and there are no buses to the town we are planning on going to Popoyo but there are never buses all the way to this town. We either needed to take a bus to the closest town and walk or take a taxi. It was kind of late and Nicolas was anxious to see the ocean so we took a taxi all the way to Popoyo.

When we arrived the taxi driver took us to his aunts house where she had a small cabin/shack, no running water and an outdoor shower. It wasn't the best conditions but it was cheap and Nicolas liked the family. They cooked us up some carne asada and we were hooked, ready to stay in the shack for the next week.

During high tide

There was a river that ran in the back but during high tide the ocean would come in and we had an ocean view from our door. Setting up our hammocks I could lay there all day reading especially if I had gone surfing once or twice. Nicolas would surf early morning before light, sometimes 3 hours, come back have breakfast then take me surfing. Sometimes he would go out again or we would go together for a sunset sessions. So many hours surfing and resting that the days flew by and everything seemed so perfect regardless of the lack of running water but I felt like there was something up.

The first day my phone disappeared and I swore that I put my phone on the bed. Nicolas thought I must of left it outside or it was misplaced somewhere in our messy room. Since we didn't have internet there anyways I was in too much of a need for the phone so I didn't look the hardest. After almost 10 days staying at this place Nicolas said we needed to take more money out. That didn't seem right, he keeps track of every dollar we spend so he looked at the numbers and I was right, there should be no reason we would need to take money out. After a bit we realized that they had been slowly taking money from us probably since the first day.

So their place is at the end of the road, Popoyo only has one road. Mendoza's, they have great carne asada but be weary to stay here. We found that one of the boards was actually movable and there was a perfect man size hole for them to come into our room from the adjacent room that was locked whenever they wanted. We moved to Popoyo Loco after we realized our money was missing. 

To end on a positive note I had an amazing time surfing at Popoyo. I caught some great waves that really got me stoke on surfing and it helps have such a great teacher.