8 hours of travel will make you crazy

We woke up and cooked beans, rice and eggs. Yes we are officially Central Americans, beans, rice and eggs for breakfast by choice. I am missing the awesome salsas of Mexico and the pupusas of El Salvador. We packed up our tent that still smelled of camp fire, went to catch the chicken bus. No taxi this time, we will be heading all the way to Ometepe, an island made of two volcanos, and surrounded by fresh water that was once salt water. This time we did not have any idea as to how we will get there, chicken buses yes but connecting all those buses unknown. We get into Matagalpa, and we are at the North bus station and need to be at the South bus station. Times like this Mateo and I would have walked but with no knowledge on how long it is going to take us to Ometepe we chose to take a taxi, splitting it four ways isn’t bad. We find a bus to Managua, another chicken bus another couple hours.

beauty

It feels like we have been in an armpit all day, a sweaty arm. The schools bus windows do come down but they don’t help with the sweat that puddles in every area of my body, as well as my legs that stick to the seats. Oh and do you remember the wheel wells that come up under the seats, I hope our next seats are in a different area of the bus or no chicken bus at all. We countiue on, we are trying to make it to the island and have been fortunate to get this far with no problems. We grab some Coke-a-cola to substitute a meal, Managua to Rivas and Rivas to San Jorge. I feel a bit like we are on the amazing race. We get of the bus in the central part of Rivas. We talked with a taxi driver said we needed an ATM and to get to San Jorge. He took us to a gas station, he told us that there was no more ferry to the major town on the island. We said to take us San Jorge anyways we would find a hotel and depart early the next morning for Ometepe. Our taxi driver warned us that we should not go out at night because it wasn’t safe. Our hotel was right right next to the ferry terminal. Our taxi was gone quickly. It appreared that there was a line to the ferry doc, we chatted with with the guards at the gates, the 530pm ferry was late, we can get on the ferry to San Jose Sur, not our original destination on the island, but still on the island. Some one told us that the main town is only 10kilometers north of where we were heading. So on to the fery we went.

Boat researching