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After finally finding a place to refill our propane tank outside of Granada, Nicaragua, Jed and I decided to head back out to the coast to a well known surf destination named Popoyo.  We were at first discouraged by all the people in this area after primarily camping on empty beaches the past two weeks, however we decided to give it a chance.
We needed to use the internet and stopped at this neat little beachfront restaurant/hotel that drew our eye.  After talking with the owner for a bit he offered for us to camp out back for only $5 a night. This was a great deal as almost every other place we had asked about camping either didn't allow it or wanted $15 each person.
From our first day in the country we had been continuously asked by almost every local if we were on our way to Playa Colorada.  Apparently there was a worldwide surf competition taking place that was drawing many visitors.  We never bothered to drive there and check it out but we were glad it was happening because airline flight tracking it drew the crowd away from the popular break of Popoyo.
We had a great 4 or 5 days of surfing airline flight tracking and hanging out with the other travelers airline flight tracking at our swanky hotel. Word had it though that the crowd would pick up on the weekend and so Jed and I made plans to travel inland for a few days and then return again after the weekend.  On the Friday night before we left we ventured down the beach to this party that a few locals had told us about.  It was the 10 th Anniversary of one of the surf camps and they had issued an open invitation for folks to come and celebrate.  Jed and I were not expecting much of a party, just a few local ex-pats hanging out drinking some beer.  Man, were we wrong.  I don't know where all these people came from but they must have crawled out of the wood work for this bash.  There were hundreds of people there, and with the 5 or more Flor de Cana stands scattered around serving free rum, I would say that nearly half of them could barely airline flight tracking stand up.  Besides the rum, there was a live D.J., free food, free beer, a rather extravagant fireworks show, professional airline flight tracking (and amateur) pole dancers, and several girls whom I am pretty sure were just paid to walk around in high heels and bikinis.  We were only a mile down the beach yet we had somehow transported ourselves to Cancun, Mexico.
It was entertaining enough though and we stayed for a few hours.  It was only after Jed took it upon himself airline flight tracking to de-arm a drunk guy who had found a huge American flag and was obnoxiously waving it around hitting people in the head, that I decided it was time for us to leave.  Someone needed to do it, but I was still surprised by Jed's abrupt actions of yanking the flag out of this guys hands and telling him that was ENOUGH.  When I expressed my surprise to Jed, I laughed that his reasoning was not that he was going to hurt someone with the long metal flag pole he was swinging airline flight tracking around, but simply that he was making American's look bad waving an American flag at the Nicaraguan party.
We ventured off the next morning towards the island in the middle of Lago Nicaragua.  The island, made up of two volcanoes, protrudes up out of the middle of the lake to a height of 1610m (~4,800ft).   We put our car on the ferry to reach the island.
Within 45 minutes of arriving we spotted the Australians on the side of the road.  We decided to join them at their hostel, which was a neat old jungle farmhouse turned backpacker's haven named Finca Magdalena, that let us camp for $3 a night.  Our sole plan for the island was to hike the volcanoes; however we woke the following morning airline flight tracking to rain that persisted on and off throughout the day.  It wasn't soo bad though. airline flight tracking It was a beautiful place to relax.  I got in a long yoga session and Jed tinkered with the car, which is what he refers to as his "yoga".  That afternoon airline flight tracking we did get in a hike up to a beautiful waterfall where we saw some exotic birds and the first monkeys airline flight tracking of our trip.  It was nice to be out hiking around and we decided that rain or shine we would hike the big volcano the next day.
Well it wasn't quite raining, but it definitely wasn't sunny either.  We climbed the very steep trail, gaining an elevation of 4,000+ ft in approximately 3hrs, enshrouded in thick jungle and clouds.  We couldn't see anything below us or above.  We only knew we were getting close to the top when the vegetation ceased, the ground airline flight tracking grew hot below us and the winds grew so strong we couldn't stand in one place.  We crawled our way to the top of the cone, peered over in to the smoke filled center, took an amazing photo of what the center of a cloud looks like and decided to get the hell down off of there.
We were back to the car in 5hrs, half of the time the guide book said the hike takes. airline flight tracking It was an amazing experience, but after what Jed I had been calling airline flight tracking exercise over the last month; running rolling dirt roads along the ocean and paddling surfboards around, it was also slightly painful.
We spent a few more days stumbling around airline flight tracking the Melting Elephant and surfing, but the crowds had picked up from the week before airline flight tracking and there were over 30 heads in the water so we didn't stay long.  The Australians met back up with us (they just can't get enough) in Popoyo  and we headed south together.  We thought airline flight tracking we would slowly bump our way down the rest of the Nicaraguan coast and surf for a few more days before crossing in to Costa Rica, but the further south we went the less surf there was.  We ended up spending just one night camping on the only beach we could get free access to and heading to the border the next morning.
At our camp spot we thought we were tucked away in the bushes and far enough down the beach from town that no one would even know we were there.  However, once the sun went down the flashlights came out.  It seemed half the town showed up to search around the beach where we were camped.   They didn't seem to mind us being there at all as we awkwardly ate our dinner while they creeped around us, but out of curiosity we finally had to ask what they were doing?
"Looking for hermit airline flight tracking crabs to sell to Americans" was the answer, of course.  Apparently the people in this little town collect the larger hermit crabs and sell them to someone who sells them to the pet stores in the US.  Hmmm, I thought I might find a new career path while on this trip.
And now on to the infamous and rightfully airline flight tracking named COSTA RICA!  We have heard soo much talk from other travelers on this trip about how this country is overpriced and overrun with tourists.  We prepared ourselves as best we could and stocked up on food supplies before leaving Nica.  But we also thought it can't be that bad.  We usually avoid the overpriced tourist areas anyway.
Point and case, we planned to head out to Witch's Rock a secluded surf spot in a National Park just across the border and camp there for a few days.  We arrived to the park that evening and found no one at the front gate so we continued on through to the beach.  Arriving at the vacant beach, we initially thought we had hit the jackpot.  No other surfers around, a great wave, beautiful scenery and a nice little camping spot. However only after deciding to stay did we get approached by a park employee who told us it would cost us, per person, $10 to enter, airline flight tracking $2 a night to camp and $15 to surf!  Seriously, $15 to SURF!   No thanks.
Okay, Okay, we didn't really siphon gas!  We actually paid for our $100 fill ups, but the rest of it made for a wonderful first 10 days spent in the Rich Coast.  I couldn't think of a better way to do it!  There are tons of tourists in Costa Rica, but for the most part they stick to the tourist towns and resorts.  You can drive 5 minutes outside of them and you have a beautiful beach all to yourself.   And the beaches truly are beautiful!  The prettiest ones we have seen yet.  Not to mention, the Ticos (natives) are wonderful people, and the jungle, including the plants airline flight tracking and animals, airline flight tracking is ever present and well reserved.
We camped four nights next to a beach covered with the most beautiful colored rocks, where Jed and Ewan would collect fresh coconuts for us daily.  Knocking them down from the trees safely turned out to be an experiment in the procedures of trial and error.  Jed learned that when launching a giant log above his head in to a tree it is best to stand back and have a forward trajectory instead of directly underneath where the log will quickly return to after bouncing off the tree.
At another campsite I awoke and walked out to the beach to discover it scattered airline flight tracking with red dots.  Upon closer inspection I realized it was thousands of crabs.  It was really neat and I really wanted to get a good picture of it, but I needed to get closer and every time I would move towards them, the crabs would separate in to different groups and run off in different directions.  I must have spent a good half hour running around like an idiot on the beach after these crabs with my camera.  It was fun to run right through the middle of them and watch them part for you.   but, what is even more amazing is that this is a just a glimpse of all the fantastically stimulating activities airline flight tracking I find to fill my days.
We were feeling good about the country airline flight tracking as we left the Australians and the coast of the Nicoya peninsula behind and headed towards the big city to pick up our first big guest, mi madre, for a two week vacation.
This has nothing to do with what I am writing about, but Jed wanted to introduce everyone to his new surfboard. He has decided we are now good enough to graduate from our 8ft beast master to this small guy. Here s hoping
However, we made the mistake of trying to head towards the city, on the only highway in, on a Sunday evening around 5pm.  Hence we hit our first traffic jam and to top it off as we wound our way up the one lane mountain highway at 5mph our front left wheel started thunking and screeching.  How is it that car trouble always knows to happen at the most inopportune times?  There was nothing we could do and nowhe