December 29, 2013
San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua
Sleeping alone can be a double edged sword but in this heat it’s sort of a blessing. The sun woke me up around 5:30am, normally a terrible hour but here it’s a little bit magic. The air isn’t hot yet, it’s mostly quiet and the sun is hiding behind the clouds. With a tea in hand the hammock is the perfect place to welcome the day.
The guys have been surfing for a couple days and are pretty sore so someone suggested getting a masseuse to come to the house in the afternoon. She set up in the yoga studio overlooking the beach and didn’t need any of that “relaxing music” they usually play in spas, we had the ocean itself provide it for us. I can say without doubt that it was the best massage I’ve ever gotten, I’m sure the atmosphere helped but the masseuse was thorough and gentle and all around awesome.
It struck me afterwards how different our first week in Nicaragua compares to our second week. In our first week we lived in town, next to locals and had to go and find all our meals. We made it a game to see how cheap we could eat and if we could find the best local restaurant in town. If we needed something we had to go find it and then deal with the language barrier on top. At the house we are pretty isolated and whatever you need is brought to you. There’s a driver so you don’t have to worry about taxis and he also cooks so you don’t have to worry about meals. It’s definitely luxurious and very different than what I’m used to.
We went into town for dinner tonight and decided to hit up some bars. So far my impression of SJDS was that it was a quiet port town, growing thanks to tourism, but mostly just surfers and locals. Tonight I saw a different side. Tonight I saw hundreds of drunk backpacker kids, stumbling through bars and throwing up on the beach. At almost 30 I’m too old for this shit and think it’s a damn shame that these kids are disrespecting the area and locals with their idiotic behaviour.