Its a quieter night and a better sleep, i think maybe the cockeral got my telepathic threats and decided to stay quiet.
I have a shower and pack up my stuff, ill be getting the ferry later to leave Ometepe for San Juan Del Sur and so need to empty the room. Im allowed to leave my bag in the hostel though so i head out for breakfast and to kill some time before i need to be on the boat at 12pm.
I find a nice little cafe by the port though the owner is not as nice as the food, pretending not to understand my spanish and saying they didnt have half of the menu when i tried to order. Its good coffee anyway and i have a nice view of the lake so i keep my manners and still thank her for the breakfast.
After grabbing my bag i head to the dock, thinking that the boat hasnt arrived yet (I am 15 minutes early) but in fact the boat that i can see which i thought was just for cargo is actually what i will be going on- its even more basic than the first one i used. Its tipped to one side even without anyone on it and doesnt even have any sides or seats except a few below.
The journey is a lot smoother than my previous one and i actually nod off for a few minutes, lying on the deck whilst trying not to roll off. It seems not everyone felt as serene as i did as 2 small sisters throw up near the end- directly in front of my bag. I have never prayed for anything more in my life than i did in that moment, willing gravity to stop working long enough for me to move my bag out of the projectile path (they werent even trying to use a bin?!).
Finally back on land and through the port gates there is a flurry of activity. Crowds of drivers trying to get you into their bus or taxi, practically taking your bags from you. I find another girl who is heading the same way and so we get a collectivo for 200 cordobas each (around £5, bit expensive for a short journey but i just want to be in the ocean!).
Driving through the town i know im going to love it in San Juan Del Sur and as i arrive at my hostel (Surfing Donkey) it gets even better. Theres a pool, balcony with hammocks, bar, kitchen and party nights- what more can you want! I dump my stuff and head out to look around, finding the beach and supermarket and also somewhere for laundry.
Its all going great so of course the balance needs to be restored, i try to take cash out and both my cards are not working- again!
I have just enough cash to buy some bread and pay for my laundry, having to get my mum to phone the banks for me for the third time, it is so frustrating.
I head back to the hostel and shower, while im sitting with a book another girl joins the table and as i look up i realise its Anna- a girl who i had met in Leon a week or so before. We catch up and chat and head to make dinner, though with mine being only bread it doesnt take much preparing! Anna is nice enough to share her guacamole and fruit with me while shes cooking so in the end im actually quite full.
Its funny the people you bump into while travelling, those who you think youll never see again and how sometimes they turn up just at the right time.
We watch the sunset on the balcony and Anna tries to convince me to surf with her tomorrow though nothing is going to persuade me from my plan of pool/sunbathing all day, ive missed it and im basically back to my england whiteness (okay, maybe not quite but my tan has faded!)
I head to bed, happy again that its cooler at night and i can get cosy under my sheet.