San Juan Del Sur. It’s a party town. That’s all I can say about it.

I don’t remember much of our four days there. I didn’t take out my camera often. I didn’t do anything I had planned on doing.

We got there rather later in the day and struggled to find a hostel. Finally, we stayed at a hostel, paid 20$ each for a private room with air conditioning and a private bathroom. James went out that night while I got so much needed sleep. The next day, we were able to get beds at the Naked Tiger hostel. So we took a cab there. It’s located about 10 minutes outside of the main city. San Juan felt a lot like Montezuma. Just a few streets of bars, hostels and next to the beach. In both places, we were warned against going to the beach at night. There are signs that say if you go to the beach at night, you will be mugged. The owner of the first hostel we stayed at told us that some people come down from Managua to mug tourists on the beach in San Juan. Comforting, non?

If it weren’t for James insisting on taking my picture, I wouldn’t have any from this day.

So we get to the Naked Tiger and promptly don’t move for 4 days. Why would we? There was food. There was booze. There was a pool. There were a ton of hot Australians. I went zip lining on one of the days with three Australian boys. In which, we went on the craziest ride of our lives. The guide for this strapped us in a jeep and took the path in the forest like he was racing a car. We were bumped around, thrown in so many different directions. The zip lining was really nice. The views were amazing. I got made fun of for knowing down one of the steps and breaking it. In fact, every time we saw a step, the boys asked me not to break it.

Then, the real reason we came to San Juan. The pool crawl. Where you just drink and drink and party and dance and swim and drink and drink and dance and drink and dance. Near the end of the night, we ended up going to a club on the strip and returning to the hostel around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. in which, I am not kidding, the place was dead. People had been wiped out from the pool crawl.

The Monday before I left, James and I rented a motorcycle and drove around the city.

our ride for the day!

We drove all the way to the top to see the giant Jesus statue

hey-o Jesus

We enjoyed the view.

It looks like little toy boats.

We had lunch at a tiny restaurant that sat one of the private beaches.

our view from our table.. not that bad.

We waded through the water and talked about anything and everything.

oooo birds!

I shopped for souvenirs. And finally we said goodbye. After traveling together for about 8 or 9 days, it was really hard to part. My scariest incident took place after this and my most hurtful. I’ll try to explain.