Getting to beach paradise is rough
07/13/2014 - 07/20/2014
The "vacation" part of our time in Nicaragua began with a trip to Little Corn Island, about 50 miles off the country's Atlantic coast. It is a helluva trip to get here.
First, we took a 12 (ish) passenger plane from Managua to Big Corn Island. Much of it in a thunder storm and over the rainforest. Then a taxi from the airport to the panga dock. And then the real fun began with a 30 minute panga ride in the open ocean with swells taller than I am. Remember, we have to do it all again to leave. That's a lot of energy and time to get to an island where there's no electricity in the morning for four hours (mas o menos) to enjoy some R&R and scuba diving after Spanish school.
Little Corn is fascinating to me in part because it isn't like being in Nicaragua at all. The Island's predominant language is English and due to its complex history with Nicaragua's political elite, its culture is more closely aligned with the African and Indian melting pot of the Miskito Coast. Not surprisingly there are a litany of languages spoken here: English, Spanish, Creole, Miskito, Garifuna and others. I asked my dive master, who was raised on the Island, how many languages he spoke and he rattled off more than five.
Demographics and politics aside (or possibly because of) there's no disputing we are in the Caribbean: crystal blue water, fine sandy beaches, genial atmosphere.
Sunset from Little Corn Island
Thanks Garry for the great dives.
There's not a whole lot to say about our time on Little Corn and maybe that's its charm. There is a scene of mostly Americans and Canadians that enjoy the happy hour atmosphere but we tried our best to ignore them. I had wonderful dives, Chad took kite surfing lessons, we didn't eat rice and beans, we strolled though the jungle and watched sunsets.
Now, we have to get back to the mainland. Hold on!