Nicaragua: The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly
When I told people that I was going to Nicaragua, generally their reaction was “Really? Why? Is that safe?” I was initially drawn to it because of cheap prices, relative proximity to my home in the North Atlantic (compared to Southeast Asia), and an interesting range of activities to keep me occupied. And it seemed that there was enough of an established tourist path to keep things easy.
So how did it go?
I find every trip is a collection of ups and downs. You just hope that the ups always outnumber the downs. This trip was no exception with its own collection of goods, bads, and an ugly.
Sweating. All. The. Time. I’m Canadian, I’m not built for that kind of heat. It almost never went down below 30C (86F) with the highest high I clocked on Snapchat coming in at 40C (104F). Two weeks and I never got used to the uncontrollable sweating. Choose your clothing wisely – patterns don’t show wet spots as readily as solids. ;) Lovely, eh?
Catcalling. Yes, it happened, but not nearly as much as I expected. Maybe because I’m older than the typical backpacker? Maybe because I had my legs covered the whole time I was in Leon? Either way, even though it was something that almost made me reconsider my trip, the kissy noises and “Hola, chica baby”s that I heard were just irritating and never scary. No one followed me. No one got up in my face. I know that’s not the case for all women.
Injuries. I’m a bit clumsy and am prone to injuries doing simple things. I mean, four stitches from a stair anyone? From surfing alone I ended up with a scraped up knee, shin, and sore ribs from repeatedly pressing them into the board while doing a cobra pose style move to begin my rise. Oh, and a bruise on my buttcheek from someone’s runaway board slamming into me. At least it hit the meatiest part of me. :P From ziplining, I got a sore right forearm from braking. From horseback riding, tender sit bones. I’m a bit of a disaster.
Hand’s down, the only thing that pops to mind for this category is my legs for the last few days of my trip. The sunburn was real kids. One afternoon on the lake, not reapplying sunscreen, and I ended up with sore, red, dry skin, swollen calves, ankles, and feet and, days later, blisters all over the front of my shins which meant I had to wear long pants and skirts in 35C+ (95F) heat for days. Worst sunburn ever. Yes, I know sunburns are always bad. It wasn’t even that I was trying to get a little tan, I just got lulled into forgetting to reapply since I wasn’t hot and it was an overcast cloudy day. Rookie mistake with the intense Nicaraguan sun.
So much good. Meeting new people, even if you only talk to them for a few minutes over hostel breakfast pancakes, is one of the best things about travel. So even though I was travelling solo, I wasn’t always alone. One thing about meeting other travellers is you always have an opening line, “So, where are you from?” which opens up to so many follow up questions that can get a conversation started. “Have you been to [insert country/town] before? Are you travelling long? What’s been your favourite thing about this town/country?” etc.
So many pretty sunsets. Whether it was Granada, San Juan del Sur, or Leon, sunset was my favourite time of day. I’m not sure if the cathedrals were purposely built facing west or not but they look so pretty during the golden hour. And you just can’t beat a sunset over the ocean. The only thing is, sunsets this close to the equator don’t last long start to finish.
All the activities! I hiked around the crater of one volcano and tobogganed down the cone of another. I attempted to surf, but mostly just fell off my board. I ziplined with confidence and rode a horse on the beach with less. I went swimming in a crater lake and had a private boat tour of the mini islands in Lake Nicaragua. I saw monkeys hanging out in trees and butterflies galore. I learned about how the revolution started and ate supper from street grills. I navigated local markets in Masaya and went clothing shopping in Leon. I survived Sunday Funday in San Juan del Sur and learned that not much tastes better in the heat than a cold Toña. I climbed to the tops of churches and watched La Gigantona dance down the streets of Granada.
I was apprehensive before this trip but I know now that I’ll be making another trip to Nicaragua.