We awoke early, checked out, and jumped in a cab. The driver flew through the city flying around corners, but actually obeying some traffic lights. As the driver screeched to a stop a man ran over to our car yelling at us in spanish.. He jerked our bags from the trunk, and hurried us on the bus, passed a long line of people standing, and waiting to get on. He set my bag next to the driver, and then shouted at me and Pat "Tip!? Tips?". Pat gave him a few Cordobas, I just had larger bills, so he shook his head and left the bus. The bus was standing room only, Pat and I were the only gringos on the bus and the only people on the bus standing. But no one aboard even noticed two scruffy, Surfer type, travelers, everyone was into their mp3 players and cell phones..
After two hours or so of bouncy Nicaraguan roads we finally had gotten our own seats. It was a very welcomed pleasure to sit and rest our weary, shaky legs. The seats we found were at the front of the bus right behind the driver. There were to little girls sitting next to the driver, assisting him with horn. They were very young and very sweet. Pat and I entertained the girls, with extremely crappy spanish,and teaching them to read some english.
We hung with our little friends for a few more minutes before arriving at San Jorge, the port where we'd catch our ferry to the Island of Ometepe.
The driver's partner grabbed our bags and threw them on the Lancha boat, and with a smile wished us luck. We were on our way.
Lake Nicaragua is the largest lake in Central America, and is known to be the home of sawfish, and sharks. As the boat thrashed up and down i peered across the lake. There it was, the Island of Ometepe.
Ometepe Is made up of two volcanos, Concepcion and Maderas, and joined by an isthmus to form the island. The island is home to monkeys, tropical birds, snakes and many other species of plants, and insects. It is a beautiful, magical place, filled with mystery. The mystery we were soon to discover.