from the land of Ticas to the world of Nicas

I left Costa Rica on ....4 nights ago and got to Popoyo, a small surfing village in Nicaragua. I met some really cool guys we chilled there and partied with the locals as well as the other (including many a drunken Canadian) travelers. We bunked at Tica 2, a cozy place with a bar and resturant, where I ate some of the best resturant food thus far. The owners and employees were all so excitable and loved letting you run up a tab. Wednesday night (wednesday because Josh from Barrie told him that in Canada we party on Wednesdays) Alfonso (the owner) set up his system, and we`re talking system, it was huge and the noise was almost unbearable, so we danced and danced and danced. I was so lucky as to be accompanied by a 8yr old local boy as well as Eddi, the 15 yr old who spends his summer surfing and waiting on partying gringos. Good times at Tica 2.
A couple french canadian pickers were there too, and get this, one has worked at MY HOUSE. There we are in the middle of nowhere, Nicaragua, and there´s a guy who has not only been to Summerland but has sorted cherries (for Danniger eh Claire) and remembers it. He and his buddy live in Oliver, they might just show up this season.
So, after chilling in Popoya for 4 nights I (along with two guys from the Island and Josh) managed to snag a ride into town with an American guy who works for Century 21 out in the boonies (meaning that its all gonna be bought and sold to rich gringos in the next few years..) So he dropped us off near the terminal, which was full of ancient Canadian and American school buses, now used as the main means of transport in Nicaragua, where I was whisked onto a bus. A few people said..yeah this is the one for Granada..and a few said, no silly Canadian girl don´t come on this one it`s going to Managua. Luckily for me there was a very nice lady who was headed to Granada and was on the bus so I sat with her. After about an hour we hopped off at the junction and ran down the road to catch the bus to Granada, it was so kindly waiting for us. So, about half an hour ago I arrived in Granada, we got off school bus numero dos and hailed a taxi. So, my new Nica friend, Vilma, basically held my hand from Rivas to the front door of the hostel. I definatly didn`t expect it but was so greatful to have the help and experience sincere kindness. Now I´m hungry and must go explore.

Peace