I didn’t make such a big deal about losing my bike because it was temporary.
In SJDS, I bumped my head on the top bunk of my bunkbed and had a bit of a revelation – all pain is temporary. Now I will be thinking about the time I bumped my head on that bunk in La Casa Feliz for the rest of my life, but I won’t be feeling the pain. I thought of the worst thing I could possibly experience, at the time, it was the death of a child. Then it was being responsible for the death of another through negligence (like a drunk driving accident), so I understood that even those pains are temporary. Refute this if you must – I feel it is a universal truth, but many disagree.
I got the bike back after a quick jaunt to San Jose and back. Would have been a day trip if I’d had a 250cc engine and American roads, but it ended up being a solid 40 hours of travel. There was a Honduras vs. Costa Rica football match in Costa in the next day or so, and as we were coming from the direction of Honduras, our bus was stopped countless times by local police hoping to become local heroes for the weekend by busting some paperless Honduran. Yay national pride!
Oh yeah, and I boarded down a volcano. Watch.
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![]() I guess it wasn’t enough to cover every piece of bike with stickers from the places they’d been. |
It became apparent to me that I have a problem signing off in these videos. |
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In San Juan Del Sur, these Australian guys told me that they lit a cigarette on lava in Guatemala. Immediately, I thought that was just about the coolest thing in the world, so I started toward that volcano as soon as I got my wheels bsck. Of course, you have to take in the sights along with it, so I stopped in Granada. Granada is a beautiful city with plenty of western influence. I saw western influence, but Granada is western itself and was founded by the Spaniards . . . I guess I really mean American influence, Plenty of shops, nearby nature reserves and eco-tourism, beautiful architecture, and helpful people. I really liked this place and immediately started looking at real estate opportunities (not that I need another headache with that – just to feel out the market). |
I take a lot of pictures of markets, borders, and architecture . . . Maybe I should be an importer of something that deals with building stuff. From here to Honduras, the markets all look the same. but I think I have two or three more videos. I am having the hardest time finding sunglasses here. I don’t know if the sunglass market has reached saturation or I am a really picky sunglass buyer. |
![]() I stayed at the Oasis hostel when I was there and I highly recommend it, very traveller friendly and low-priced. They have a pool. It seems that the more upscale hostels with no popular nearby water features have pools. After SJDS, I was thinking that they should have more musically-focused hostels, but then I went to one, and it was very poorly executed. I still think it’s a great idea. |
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![]() I don’t know if it was. You ever get a massage that you think you really like while it’s happening because it really feels like the masseuse/eur is working the muscles deeply, but then, you get up, and it feels like someone as just been randomly pounding on your back? That was pretty much what I got here. Maybe the knots in my back were too substantial to think I could ask them to be removed in a fifteen minute session. I’m writing this two weeks later and I still have them. |
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I had planned to spend two or three hours checking out this place: I talked to some Canadians who wanted to buy some shoreline in the crater and move down here, they were so taken with the beauty. Of course, I have run into that a lot in Central America. I feel like if I went to Montana in America I would get that feeling . . . or Coeur D’ Alene, Idaho. I don’t know anyone who has ever been to Coeur D’ Alene, but I saw a “What You Get For The Money” episode with a house in Coeur D’ Alene, and I really think it is a place where I could end up living. Don’t make fun of me about Idaho; do some research. |
Never seen one of these before. |
![]() I didn’t stop. |
I did learn that I could get a new passport in a week for $80, and in the morning, 500 or so Nicaraguans came in every day for visa service. There was this huge DMV like area (more than twice the size of any DMV that I have visited) that everyone could wait at, watching CNN in English for hours before their number was called. |
![]() A lot of people love the untouched splendor of an area, but I don’t mind (and even kind of like) things like these to spice up a sunset. |
![]() I can type that ó so quiclky, I don’t know how I am going to adapt to US keyboards when I get back. In this picture, I drove by this restaurant, its sole draw being the view, and I wanted some kind of juice. They didn’t have any, so I asked if they had water. They brought out the water and it was warm, so I didn`t buy it. I didn’t feel so bad taking in the view without paying for it, but maybe that is my American entitlement speaking. |
![]() I guess Hallmark has invaded Central America after all. |
![]() Who else is psyched for some volcano boarding? |
![]() A few of us were trying to get this shot in the truck on the way to the base (logo + mountain), getting jostled around in the bed of the pickup. When the driver finally stopped to park, the shot was perfect. |
I have a lot of firsts on this trip. Two of my favorites (besides my interactions with the lava) have been 1) entering a new country by way of a country other than the United States and 2) getting two new passport stamps in a day. |
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![]() Maybe it’s the beginning of the greatest love story never told, but I would have to believe it was a sizable chunk of pussy-whipping. |
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![]() These guys were taking pictures of each other with their backs in the sun and I guess the cockney colloquialism “in the glory ring” is when your head eclipses the sun from someone else’s perspective. They were running up and down this slope saying things like “You’re in my glory ring,” “Am I in the glory ring?” and “Get in my glory ring.” I don’t know, I thought it was funny. |
![]() Geez. Ya think? |
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![]() If you dug below the surface a half inch, the ground was hot to the touch (you couldn’t keep your hand there for long), and if you dug down a full inch, you could boil water with the heat you would unearth. |
![]() The day I arrived in Léon, a girl came back to the hostel after taking a pretty serious tumble. She had the beginnings of a black eye and scratched legs, arms, hands, and cheeks. I didn’t really feel like a rerun of that episode, so I brought my helmet and gloves from my motorcycle. The boys from Via Via the night before took no time ribbing me for my extra safety precautions the second I put them on. Now I am sure that if I was in the US, I would have to sign forms in triplicate exempting the company from lawsuits, and helmets and gloves would be standard issue. Here in Nicaragua, it’s overkill. You gotta love it. |
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The only thing that worked was closing my eyes and stabilizing myself with my legs. Of course, that didn’t make for the most enjoyable trip down, but it was probably the most enjoyable given the circumstances. Other riders used a similar tactic when their goggles failed, so I didn’t feel too bad. The guys in this video ended up being the fastest of the bunch. I was the slowest of the guys – I crashed right before I came over the crest with a line of sight to the speed gun (yes, they had a speed gun) otherwise I would obviously have been the fastest. The highest clocked speed here ever was 78 kph (50 today) and I ripped this baby a new one at a blazing 35. I think I would have been better at the snowboarding, but I learned that this company didn’t offer it after I had already paid. |
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