As is often the way with this type of travelling, shortly after arriving in Granada we were seduced by the idea of attending Nicaragua's first festival, 'One big tree'. First came the rather less spontaneous task of finding a 'casa de campana', tent, apparently in Nicaragua, secluding yourself under a peice of canvas isn't a very commun activity. Eventually, however, after being offered a childrens playhouse and an 8 man tent owned by a friends brother, or a brothers friend, we found one, half an hour before our departure. Our journey to the festival took us 5.5 hours, making the 1.5 hours on the poster, one of the first big lies. On arrival, we were greeted by rather less people than we were hoping for this wild tribal gathering. When we came to putting up our tent, we realised it was in fact agenerous compilation of 3 tents, which we would have been very grateful for had the outer layer not been a good job too small for the inner. This would never have mattered, had the heavens not revealed themselves for the first time since we arrived in Nicaragua. Despite the rain, lack of '20 Djs', a sound system, water and clean, dry clothes, we were not short of good company , therefore having fun was not an issue. In short 'One big tree' was the only element of the poster that was not one big lie.
Back in Granada we bided our time waiting for Phoebe's card by cyclng to the lake, lounging by the pool, volunteering at both our hostek and a local afterschool club, celebrating Jess's birthday and reading newly found books, meanwhile forever accompanied by our fellow Bristolian 'Daif' aka principe Harry, Joe and Becky, who we will hopefully encounter at Bestival this summer, Clemens, the German with a better south London accent than any of the English and Murphy, flourescent pink hat, beard, would admit rounders is better than baseball and american.
After 2 weeks in Granada, emotional farewells and still no card, we decided to carry on with our journey, Northwards to Matagalpa. We finally got our good coffee after visiting a coffee plantation, Selva Negra.
Now we are in Esteli, where the climate is comfortable and the taxi drivers chatty.
Hasta la proxima.
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