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Jiquilillo and Going Home

the adventure comes to an end


I had been persuaded by a German girl named Selina who trekked Telica with us that the perfect way to end my Central American adventure was to head north from Leon, up the coast to a lazy little village on the Pacific called Jiquilillo. So after a morning of taking touristy snaps of Leon we headed off in a minivan to a town called Chinandega. The woman sat in front of us was carrying masses of cotton wool, but in the least efficient way possible. Each small ball was packaged in an inflated plastic bag so that she was surrounded in what looked like cotton wool frog-spawn. The madness you see in Nicaragua...

Anyway, on arriving in Chinandega we soon worked out that public transport to Jiquilillo was sparse at best and so we paid the $20 for a taxi straight there. On the way there our choice of taking a taxi was justified as we over-took the bus which was on its way to Jiquilillo, with about five people hanging off it. Forty-five minutes later we arrived at Rancho Esperanza where we were met by the owner, Nate, who moved to Nicaragua seven years ago to set up his version of paradise. Lying along a pristine beach are several cabañas (wooden huts) and a multitude of hammocks. There you can surf, volunteer, visit Padre Ramos - the largest wetlands in Central America, or, do nothing at all. We chose the latter option.


One day we walked the seven kilometres along the beach to the entrance to the Padre Ramos estuary, however we didn't see much except from a lot of dead, washed up fish and I got gnarly sunburned. So we came to the conclusion that laying in hammocks all day was a better option. The evenings were occupied by darts, uno and Toña.

Feeling utterly relaxed I then had to make the stressful journey back to Honduras to catch my flight home. Crossing the border was much easier than I had feared i.e. I didn't need to bribe anyone, and although I got ripped off a bit that was expected to happen at some point. So I made it to Tegucigalpa (the Honduran capital) with plenty of time and nothing to do. Tegucigalpa was definitely the most boring place I had visited with nothing to do except see two churches (three minutes walk from each other) and sample all the different fast food joints. I managed to tick off Wendy's, Burger King, Pizza Hut and Popeye's. And then felt like shit. My flight didn't arrive quickly enough.


Central America was definitely the most stressful and challenging trip I've been on, and yet I've still had an incredible time and met loads of great people. So as they say; all's well that ends well.

I'm now back in London, the weather's crap and there's a decided lack of volcanoes. Just have to wait until next year I suppose...

Posted by Monsk 08:29 Archived in Nicaragua

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