Blogs :: it's time to go
Now we need to leave, for real this time. The plan over the weekend was to celebrate our departure of Nicaragua this morning, but today I feel like I spent the last 48 hours in Vegas on a whirlwind tour of food, booze, and fun when I passed by the local casino (i.e. store full of slot machines).
Next time I'm having breakfast at 8am on the beach (Coquito's), having recently exited the last bar at 6am (Mache's) with beers to go, where I ended up at after the dance club (The Crazy Crab) at 3am I don't really enjoy going to, but the popular bar (Los Iguanas) closes at 2am, please tell me to go to bed. But those words did not come until later that night after said breakfast of whiskey filled coffees, orange juice and rums, and transitional beers. Nor were those words mentioned before getting on a boat at 12pm with beers, run, ginger ale, and no food (a reoccurring sailing mistake). Not until after a dinner of fish and chips and another beer (Republika) followed by an interruption of others' dinners at El Pozo where we'd started the night before with filet minon, yellow fin tuna, arugala and goat cheese salad, jumbo garlic prawns, bread pudding, chocolate tarts, and a bottle of wine, were those words finally enforced into my ears at 10pm, 28 hours later: "Go to bed!".
And so I listened. And this morning I woke up at 8am to realize there would be no getting on a bus and no crossing of a border. No new town, just not yet. So tomorrow we'll try again and tonight I will not require anyone's help. I will be in bed, where I've been most of the day enjoying the air conditioning and cable television and the relative peace and quite on the streets the day after a big party weekend in San Juan del Sur.
Nicaragua, party, San Juan del Sur, food
Posted By:
Brendon
1/19/2009