Creole ...Coconuts... Crabs ...Cocaine -Welcome to Little Corn

What a wicked trip. Flying over Nicaragua you watch the flat, dry landscape transform into lush tropical forest and then fall into the Caribbean Sea. A short 15 minute plane ride off the coast (or a few fun hours on a boat) and Big Corn appears. Not many tourists stay on Big Corn, the reason...Little Corn is just so much better, and only half an hour away.
Upon arrival at Little Corn the passenger boat is greeted by the most enthusatic tour guide I´ve ever met. His name is Denis. More about Denis to follow.
I met up with a couple from Holland/Isreal and we decided to stay at the same ´resort´. My hut on the beach was $5/ night and relatively comfy, mozzie net included. I was also frequently visited by the millions of crabs that burrow in the sands outside.
On the second day there I went for a walk on the beach and was followed by a local guy who was very persistent. He claims to be ´studying singing´and so I was sung too, he was actully pretty good. After more interogation I found out that he, like all other habitants of Little Corn, is in the drug ´shuffling´business. And had enough money tucked away to take a trip for a year, or spend it on a dreadlocked Canadian girl...you get the point. So, I told him it was my bday the next day and he planned to get me something nice. Right.
On my birthday I started the openwater diver course, along with Annelies (my Danish friend). We went out in the afternoon on our first ever dive and got to see sharks. That´s right folks, I spent my 19th bday scubadiving with sharks! It was amazing.
The next day Raphel and Fred showed up on the island. They plan to stay there for a month, crazy Quebecois!
My least favourite day of the week was likely Friday when I was accompanied by both Denis and Daril (the singing drug dealer.) I was innocently reading my book when Denis showed up and 5 minutes later innocently talking to him when Daril showed up. Long story short then were not only fighting over me but the flames of jealousy were hot. I briefly excused myself, ran over to visit Raf and Fred for advice, returned to say goodnight and went to bed.
The next morning we went diving. Between dives we docked and low and behold who was at the beach by my hut? Both boys of course. I ignored them.
The rest of the week passed relatively lazily and problem free. The lifestyle on Little Corn is truly unique so when the Century 21 team showed up on Sunday you can imagine what a lot of the islanders were thinking. I hope they leave it alone.
I flew out on Monday, spent the night in Managua and am now in El Salvador. I am supposed to be surfing ..or attempting, but somehow I keep getting distracted. I will this afternoon.


One more thing about the Corn Islands, over half the population there has the last name Carlson, or is a decendent from. Otto Carlson, the Swedish sailor, jumped ship and decided to stay there. Sounds mighty familiar to Olli Carlson the Swedish sailor who jumped in Canada...so, I met a ton of long lost cousins, it was nice.