Dragging ourselves out of the San Juan del Sur vortex, we headed for Ometepe Island; an island formed by two volcanos in the middle of Lake Nicaragua. The boat ride over from the mainland was dodgy at best, nothing quite puts you at ease like being forced to wear a lifejacket on a ferry and water leaking in from the above deck.
But thankfully, we made it, once off of our floating death trap we were in decidedly better transportation around the first volcano of the island; reclining back with the driver blasting the latest Triple J top 100 album we were at Little Morgan's Hostel in no time. A place we had heard many great things but still unsure of what to expect, we were greeted by 3 dogs, 2 cats, a pair of ducklings and a pig (much to Pal's delight. I have never met a man so into swine). We were shown to our room, directly above the bar! We were in for some late nights, especially since the main speaker was 2 metres from where our heads would be.
Hiring bikes we thought we would explore our part of the island and find a nice place by the beach to enjoy a few refreshing beverages. Racing each other was fun, not seeing the speedbump at the bottom of Ometepe's steepest hill was not fun. All I can say, in that moment, was the most blessed I have felt to have been born a girl.
Our bikes cost us all of about $5 for a few hours, so they weren't exactly state of the art. Issues with the gears of my ride soon had the chain come off, not a problem to fix, but of course with Murphy and his bloody law, I was wearing a white t-shirt and the chain was black with oil. Even Mum's magical mum powers will never get those grease stains out!
The next day we thought we would give a few horses a go and off we set to the nearest volcano. The best part of this was that Pal had never ridden a horse before, and he ended up with the most stubborn horse the man had. Pal got left behind a lot. Apparently his steed was hungry.
With Cats manky toe getting mankier by the minute (we still to this day, do not know what she did to it or how) we headed to the nearest pharmacy in search of antibiotics. As they will give you pretty much anything over the counter, what followed was a shopping spree at the drugstore. We returned to the hostel quite tipsy after a day at Ometepe's cheapest bar with everything from Cats antibiotics to a small bag of diazepam.
In the words of Ice Cube. It was a good day.
Upon our return that night, it was clear it was going to be a big one at the hostel and since we wouldn't get much sleep anyway there was no use in even trying to escape. I'd fill you all in on what happened that night, but aside from somebody getting a homemade tattoo, it was your standard hostel party with too much tequila and not enough adult supervision. I will say the ride back to the mainland the next day was a bit of blur, probably a small blessing as this particular ferry was somehow even worse than the original. The Costa Rica border crossing was beyond a struggle, word of warning, don't commit to that much tequila when you have to speak to customs officials the next day.