04.04.2017 33 °C
Today we walked 1km to the random bus station hidden within a busy and bustling fresh food market. We got on a lush air conditioned van direct to Managua and as soon as we stepped off the bus our bags were picked up for some random men and we were hustled onto another bus before we could say a word. Thankfully this bus was directo to Granada. Hilarious. The journey to Granada was fairly pleasant and we found our lush hotel pretty easily.
Hotel Glifoos a sweet little hotel serving a tipica breakfast with colourful stick men type art on the walls. Clean and friendly owned by a Spanish Man and his Nica wife.
We headed out into the quant looking town and located the main square lined with market stalls and shoe cleaners and the traditional church. The town was unfortunately over run with touristy restaurants and lots of American tourists. We went for coffee and dined at Wok n roll, which had tick box paper menus, and choose your own noodle or rice dish. Delicious but on the more expensive side.
The next day, we had booked a tour to the 365 Islets contained within the Laguna nearby. We were transferred to a docking area where we got into a boat designed for 14 people but there was only 4 of us. The area was stunning and we saw plenty of different birds and turtles. We stopped of at a fortress on an Island designed to look out for pirates years ago. The tour guide Phil chopped up some fresh coconut and we headed off to monkey island. 4 monkeys were resident on this island all rescued from being pets in the country. We had the pleasure of Lucy coming on the boat and she soon scoffed down the coconut. She did look a bit rotund.
Lastly we went to Pirate Island where we stopped at a tacky restaurant and very small swimming pool. Luckily we bought our banana and peanut butter sandwiches and we swam in the lake. After we remembered the guide had told us sometimes crocs had been seen in the lake. Brilliant!!!
As we were sat drying off on the dock steps another boat rocked up blasting out gangster rap music and a large beast of a man with a bare chest and flabby belly stepped off the boat. He was swigging from a can of lager and certainly had a loud mouth on him. He `waltzed down to the dock steps just as Mel was trying to change her bikini bottoms under a towel. He stepped on to the first step and right in front of us slammed to the floor like a heavy sack of potatoes. His back landed right on the ridge of the step. I could barely contain myself and was trying not to laugh.
After the tour we held up at a lush Coffee shop (of course) and had some lunch. We then got picked up for our afternoon/evening excursion to Volcan Masaya where hopefully we would see some flowing Lava. Omg!!! Firstly we were taken to an absolutely dead artisan market selling trinkets and wares. Literally dead as na dodo. Nothing of interest no me, apart from some hefty looking knifes. Then we were bused down to the Volcan entrance where we waited for an hour to get in. Then we drove up to the top and well we were not disappointed a mystical fiery crater with a huge cyclindrical hole containing a flowing river of molten lava. You could actually hear the roaring of the fiery cauldron of orange glowing magma. Mind blowingly amazing. Unfortunately you only get 15 minutes at the top. But totally worth it.
Day 3 of Granada we got a lift from the Spanish hotel own to Lake Apoya to a resort hostel called Monkey Hut. Here your paid $3 entrance but had free access to their rubber tyres, kayaks and sun loungers. He enjoyed a full day of soaking up the sun, reading, drinking coffee, eating chip butties, lounging around on rubber tyres, jumping of the floating decking. And attempting to stand up paddle board on the kayaks. Awesome day.