17.01.2006 27 °C
A healthy fruit and cereal with yogurt breakfast at the Waffle house with Karin, Micha, Gen and Tina started the day. There were a couple of older white men accompanied by young nica women next to our table. Quite a common sight in the carribean and central america.
After breakfast, we loaded a cab with all our bags, then walked to the bus station next to the local market for the 'chicken bus'. The sight of having your bag thrown on top of an old american school bus with hundreds of others may worry most in the beginning. But the professionals handled it very well. They do it everyday. The bus was not as crowded as expected although some people had been sitting inside for over an hour. In the 'land of mañana', it will be more surprising to actually catch a bus that is on time.
The ride was rather smooth. We finally arrived at the Ometepe Island ferry. The ferry which sank the day before was right across from us with the rescue effort still going on. We had no choice but to go on a really old wooden boat with a top deck (for goods). There was no seat available. So I figured sitting on my hammock next to a chicken is better than the wet floor. I had a nice nap with the sound of the waves. I felt safe, for some reason.
About an hour later and some organized chao, we picked up our backpacks and took another van to our hotel Paradiso. Everyone was ready for an early dinner and drinks at this point. The light went off for a minute during our dinner. Between Micha and I, we must have about 10 to 15 Cuba Libre that night. Some great conversations with Omar and Perry later, we joined Gen, Ofri and Chris for cards.
It doesn't take long for me to pick up this game considering my alcohol level. At least I succeeded in not being the 'asshole'(the loser) until much later because an asshole has to give their best cards to the king and in return for his worst. Why even in card games, the poor had to sacriface for the rich?