We awoke this morning to a power cut, was a good two hour power cut at that. We surfaced at about 6.30am, yet again we are falling into the natural pace of rising and setting sun. The town was only just starting to wake from its slumber, so we had a saunter and returned to our room to start our day with prayer. What a great way to start the day. Off we went with all the vigour in the world and ran a couple of Km along the beach. Would be so lovely to start each morning in this way.
The beach is set back into a cove. Crescent in shape and gorgeous soft sands. Many boats are anchored just off the shore which adds to the feel of a nice bustling little town. The sun here, as on Ometepe does not really raise its head until it has burnt away the cloud cover which usually happens at about 10/11am each day which is great as it gives an opportunity to sit and relax on the veranda of a restaurant whilst we slowly warm up. Rice and peas, scrambled eggs and coffee ensued which again, is such a great way to start the day.
I was somewhat annoyed last night though, I guess I am not the big tourist sort of guy and as I said before prefer to the back lanes of Urbite and Las Pilas. Was stood in a shop here waiting to buy some water, I was pretty thirsty, only to have to wait 10 minutes for an America couple discuss the various merits of Cabernet Sauvignon and Sauvignon Blanc. The woman behind the counter seemed as exasperated as I was. I was starting to get a little frustrated. I think also the American contingent who have without doubt the best apartments scattered along the hills of this town have also stolen most of the electricity. I may be a little disingenuous here, but I can’t help thinking it. Mind you please don’t think this is a personal rant at the Yanks, well it is a little, but one of my closest friends whom I was best man to this September is an American. I don’t know maybe I just struggle a little a little with the culture.
Nevertheless, we stay here for another day, my feet up on a chair a glass of water beside me and Fion Regan on my ears. Sun bursting through the thin layer of cloud to provide shadows along sand of children running and dancing. The pacific rolling over little feet carefully hopping to avoid stones and pebbles.
Time for another coffee. Which is better than the group on the table next to me who have cracked a bottle of Flor de Cana (Nicaraguan rum) at 10am on a Sunday.
The beach is set back into a cove. Crescent in shape and gorgeous soft sands. Many boats are anchored just off the shore which adds to the feel of a nice bustling little town. The sun here, as on Ometepe does not really raise its head until it has burnt away the cloud cover which usually happens at about 10/11am each day which is great as it gives an opportunity to sit and relax on the veranda of a restaurant whilst we slowly warm up. Rice and peas, scrambled eggs and coffee ensued which again, is such a great way to start the day.
I was somewhat annoyed last night though, I guess I am not the big tourist sort of guy and as I said before prefer to the back lanes of Urbite and Las Pilas. Was stood in a shop here waiting to buy some water, I was pretty thirsty, only to have to wait 10 minutes for an America couple discuss the various merits of Cabernet Sauvignon and Sauvignon Blanc. The woman behind the counter seemed as exasperated as I was. I was starting to get a little frustrated. I think also the American contingent who have without doubt the best apartments scattered along the hills of this town have also stolen most of the electricity. I may be a little disingenuous here, but I can’t help thinking it. Mind you please don’t think this is a personal rant at the Yanks, well it is a little, but one of my closest friends whom I was best man to this September is an American. I don’t know maybe I just struggle a little a little with the culture.
Nevertheless, we stay here for another day, my feet up on a chair a glass of water beside me and Fion Regan on my ears. Sun bursting through the thin layer of cloud to provide shadows along sand of children running and dancing. The pacific rolling over little feet carefully hopping to avoid stones and pebbles.
Time for another coffee. Which is better than the group on the table next to me who have cracked a bottle of Flor de Cana (Nicaraguan rum) at 10am on a Sunday.
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3 comments:
Glad you're enjoying yourself over there. It's bloody freezing over here, even the cats aren't going out!! Take care of yourself, Boots
goddamn yanks!
Yep Bloomin pain in the bum wherever they are!! How's married life American Dave? How dare you be American!!
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