I slept like shit last night. It was so hot and every time I moved on the top bunk it made a loud screetching sound. I could tell Andy was awake early because I heard him moving across the room. He said every time he moved the chick below him would groan, hehe. I was up early too so we set out for breakfast. We found an open barbershop at 7 which was empty so Andy jumped at his chance to get his beard trimmed. The barber trimmed his bead and hair proper. The seat was old-fashioned so when it was time for the neck shave the barber put in the headrest and kicked back the chair. Not only did he shave his neck once, but again after the cream was shaved off. While he was beautified I played w/ the kitten who was just spayed (I was impressed).
We found a nice cafe for breakfast and since we weren't in a hurry we ordered breakfast sammies and a pineapple shake w/ ice and mango shake w/ milk- both w/o sugar. Refreshing and delisious we went back to the dorm for our move to Ometepe. The girls from Holland were already gone so we headed to the bus stop. Alas it was chicken bus time again. This bus sucked. We didn't have a seat so Andy had to stand the whole time. I was about to say there's no way they can fit more people in the bus when I stopped myself because I knew what was going to happen. They shoved in 20 more people. Like clowns. I got half a seat which wasn't really helpful since I had to hold my body up the whole two hours w/ my arms. Andy bumped packages w/ another dude and I had a fat lady's boobs against my head and then a girl's hair in my face. I'm almost over this public transportation. Once we got to Rivas we took a cab to the ferry which left at noon.
The ride across the lake to Ometepe was beautiful and it only took an hour. Once we arrived on the island we jumped back in the chicken bus. This time I'm officially over the fucking chicken bus. A kid was puking next to me, people shoving and sweating all over you. We didn't know where we were going and Lonely Planet wasn't being too helpful. We got off the bus at the first option and walked 15 min down a dirt road. The hotel was booked, I wasn't sure if the hotel was the town of Charco Verde or what the hell was going on. Another 15 min back to the main road and I tried to ask someone where the hotels were but it was lost in translation. Finally I ask the taxi to take us to a new park of the island, unfortunately this cost us $20. We are going to be sucked dry on this island.
The hotel we found was very nice w/ a beautiful view of the north side of the lake (we are staying in between the two volcanoes). We paid for two nights at $20/night, not too bad since we were paying $12-$16 to stay in a dorm. We quickly got two Tona's (I think I like Victoria beer better) and headed next door for lunch. We found the Holland girls at the same hotel and it sounded like their experience was a bit better than ours. I think we need to follow them to San Juan del Sur. For food we orders hamburgers because we were very hungry and didn't know what else was on the menu. Mistake. They tasted and looked like they were veggies burgers because I'm pretty sure that mush wasn't beef.
Let me preface this by saying I'm OK not rushing through dinner, it is vacation after all. With that said these people are slow as shit and as Andy said, anyone can run a restaurant. We met up w/ Karin and Jolanda (our Holland friends) and a guy they befriended Tom from Minnesota/Switzerland. We headed to the other dinner option at 7 because none of us had good experiences earlier that day. Granted there was another large dinner party there, but it took us an hour to get our drinks (which all came out at random times). After they delivered our drinks a guys came out and confirmed our food order. You're just now getting to the food? We laughed at the insanity. They got our chicken finger order wrong and instead delivered fajitas w/o the tortillas. We asked for some, sure no prob. 30 min later, the girls were done w/ their so called lasagne and the waiter said, the tortillas- they are no good. WTF haha! OK we'll eat the chicken. Then Tom got his fish which he said was delish. I know I know, when you're this remote stick to the food they know. Another hour later we got our check. We all chipped in for the 10% tip. Tom said it was optional and that's where the great "cultural divide" occurred. The Americans said just give them the tip, the Europeans said they didn't provide service they don't deserve a tip. Yes I tip even for bad service, I guess I'm a typical American.
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