Goodbye Nicaragua

Well there will be no more of the above for a while.
I'm heading back to the good old wave deprived East Coast of America.
I'm sitting on the floor of the Managua International Airport. To be more correct, the Aeropuerto Internacional Augusto C. Sandino, named after, you guessed it, Augusto C. Sandino, the biggest historical figure by far in Nicaragua, and the man that the Sandanista political party takes its name from, the same Sandanistas who fought American forces under Reagan's dodgy Iran-Contra debacle. But we'll get back to that. I'm watching the boarding line right in front of me for my Taca Airlines flight to Miami, so I'll make it quick.

Yesterday was pretty much a full day of surfing. My buddy Mike D, who I've been staying with down here, (again, his website - www.NicaWaves.com) shot photos pretty much all day, and I tried desperately to get a good photo of myself looking something more than the mediocre surfer my 13+ years of surfing has made me. I can't say I necessarily suceeded, but it was nice at least to finally see some shots of myself, something I haven't really seen to much of.

I had one last meal of Gallo Pinto and fried plantains for dinner last night, with a Tona beer to wash it down, the ever present meal in Nicaragua, but one I don't mind a bit. The food in Nicaragua is definitely not eclectic, and doesn't seem none to healthy either necessarily. The general idea seems to be to douse everything in buckets of vegetable oil that comes in those huge 2 litre handles. Either that or fry it with huge dolops of margarine. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the food, it was always cooked with love, thats for sure.

This morning I awoke at 4am and drove my rented motorbike one last time from Mike's country homestead to the city of Rivas, about an hour away. It was a beautiful morning drive, with the sun cutting reds and oranges through the blue sky and cumulus clouds just over the verdant green hills. It was pleasent however bumpy through the dirt roads. And now here I go, back to New York City for a week with my family. Quite a different scenario to the country life I've been living for the past two weeks. Lots more to catch up on, but for now I'll say Buena Onda. Gotta catch a flight!