Well just pull up that 4runner in the alley and post up! Watch your things in yer redneck yard and pooping can be exciting while rocks are being thrown at you (only Henry) but the beach sand is in between your wiggling toes and you're living between the president of Nicaragua and the restaurant business tycoon of Managua!
At least that was the case in transito for us. We planned to stay for a couple nights but dragged it out to seven days of free camping in the alley on the beach. Awesome.
Henry shot a 40 pound rooster fish that trumped my 15 pound jack.... By 25 pounds. We surfed everyday. We Had barbecues with the surf camps. It's so remote they still dynamite fish there! Sad. Scary. But wild. Talk about seeing some culture. While surfing I saw a rocket of water shoot 40 feet in the air followed by a guy collecting the shocked, dead fish. The hombre I would buy ice from was one of many fishermen missing a hand from the repercussions of dynamite fishing. The town still survives off of its fishing (mostly with nets and also for stingrays! Actually we tried stingray for the first time.) and the tourism is barely getting off the ground there. Soon to explode.
Upon exit we were able to use our experience with the Latin American salto on our own car minus a drunk el salvadorian! If the term is new to you, refer to previous blog post. All is well. Somewhere else down the road in Nicaragua. Minus one Henry. Plus one Ian.
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