Day 9 - Nicaragua (San Juan Del Sur)

Got a bus South this morning. Sat next to a nice backpacker guy from Canada and whiled away the journey swapping travelling stories. I've been travelling in company, more or less, since I arrived in Central America and feel like a bit of space and peace and quiet. So when he said he was going to the same place as me, I winced inside and claimed I already had a posh hotel booked just to avoid any awkwardness around sharing time and accomodation late in the journey. As it turns out, peace and quiet is the last thing I've found at my destination. 

Today I find myself in the beach resort town, San Juan Del Sur. It's on the backpacker trail and I kinda got suckered into it on that basis. It's a bit of a cross between Newquay in mid-August and Falaraki. It's a surf town with hostels and bars and young surfer dudes. If I'm being really honest, I'm not sure why I'm here. It's not really my thing. First impressions are that the American/Canadian/Nicaraguan beach crowd are determined to have a good time and I've already had to step over unconscious drunks on half a dozen occasions and I'm writing this bit at three in the afternoon. When I asked the bargirl for a fruit juice while I sat down to write this, I think she thought me mental. They're just young people doing what young people do of course. Getting drunk, getting sunburnt and getting laid. Which is all fair enough. 

It's fine though. I've found a beachfront hotel, the sea is about 10m from the front door, the beach is nice (I've been spoiled recently so this one only gets 'nice') the weather is warm and the beers are cold. So it's hardly a disaster. I've only allowed a couple of nights here anyway and then I'm off up North again, so this place will be perfectly fine for a day or two. 

Shouldn't complain really...