At the Cartagena airport, we noticed that there were quite a few drug dogs walking around. I started asking the army guy in the customs line about them and he wondered why I was so curious. But he waved me through and I didnīt have to get my bag searched at all. Steve, on the other hand, had his bag completely picked over. They even probed the surfing wax heīs been carrying around.
That flight kicked off three days of pretty much full out traveling. Catching buses and taxis, and using five different currencies in the process, weīve made our way up to Nicaragua,skipping over Costa Rica cause itīs too expensive, where the plan was to hit the beach right away and start surfing. But then we saw a volcano on the last bus. And we decided we should probably climb it. Said volcano happened to be on an island in a lake so we spent a full day on the island, climbed the volcano, swam in the mud-filled, fog-covered, crater lake at the top, took some pictures of some pigs (cause Steve said we hadnīt taken any pictures of pigs yet), and then got up at 4am this morning to catch the ferry and taxi over here to San Juan where we spent the day surfing.
Should be here for a while cause surfingīs pretty cool when itīs impossible to get cold in the water.
Later,
Andrew
P.S. I've been informed that the internet really sucks here. So, we'll put up a bunch of picture in four days or so when we go to Managua to fly Steve home.
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