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Don't go to Little Corn. Because years ago the locals didn't even need money. Because years ago the men catching lobsters would hand them off for free. Don't go to Little Corn. Because it's the kind of place where you need a flashlight to see your way back to your bungalow after 6pm. Don't go to Little Corn. Because there are no streets, there are no cars, there are no motorcycles, there are no golf carts. Don't go to Little Corn. Because there is only power for half of the day. Less when it storms. Don't go to Little Corn. Because the bars there are almost entirely filled with...

I stayed in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua, for eight nights. That was, maybe, seven nights longer than I needed to but, in that time, I went to some beaches, went to some bars, had a little fun. Really, though, the only reason I stayed in San Juan del Sur for as long as I did was because I wanted to stay for Sunday, and, therefore, stay for the infamous, debaucherous, weekly event backpackers drool over: the Sunday Funday Pool Crawl. Sunday. Funday. Pool. Crawl. Sunday Funday in San Juan del Sur is kind of like a bar crawl in that...

I've determined two things about my desire to be a surfer: 1. I need to take more lessons. 2. I need a bathing suit that isn't broken. Because I can't stand up on a board. No matter how hard I try. And because the straps broke off my bathing suit back in Caye Caulker and the waves in Hermosa were so strong that my top ended up around my waist. (No worries, I put on a tank top...

My hostel in Ometepe had a 13-drink drinking challenge that was free for all guests on their fourth night. I wasn't really all that keen on attempting it but all my friends were doing it (peer pressure, anyone?) and, if nothing else, I figured I could stop after the first few and get drunk for free. In actuality two of the drinks weren't drinks. But since I'm "pure" as one of the guys put it the lovely bartender mixed me a couple of extra drinks for those rounds instead. And she might have promised me that she'd make me weaker drinks...

Isla de Ometepe is an island on Lake Nicaragua formed by two volcanoes: Concepción and Maderas. As we sailed up to the port, smoke rising from the cavity, I knew it was a place I could fall in love with. By day, the omnipresent volcanoes loom over the landscape. At sunset, they silhouette against a sky so purple, so pink, so yellow. At night everything goes dark and you can look across a field sparkling with thousands of firefly tails. It all feels so romantic and humbling and calming and enchanting. ...

Sometimes you are really not in the mood for a tour. You just want to sit back, chat with friends, enjoy the bountiful scenery. But sometimes your tour guide doesn't really get it. And she dresses you up in traditional clothing. And she continues to talk even though no one is listening. And when you ask for a few minutes of silence she starts to whisper. And when you ask the boat driver to go faster she seems iffed. And then she starts to sing. For no reason but to pass the time...

Masaya is a nice day trip from Granada A local market. A craft market. A volcano. I ended up buying a little owl shaped whistle to go with a strange collection I've amassed of owls from around the world. Though I wanted a hammock, even though I already bought one in Thailand, even though I am pretty sure I will never have a place to hang a hammock. And we didn't climb the volcano. Though we looked at it. And it was beautiful...