After a great week on Little Corn Island with our pops, we were back to the backpacking grind.
Our next stop was Granada, a colonial city in Nicaragua where we spent a few days walking around and hanging out at Oasis, one of our favorite hostels of the trip. For the same price as most hostels we’d been (about $8/night for a dorm room), the place had a swimming pool, a huge common area with tables, couches and over a dozen hammocks, and a pancake breakfast included. The place had a cool style to it and the walls were covered with big murals.
Our first day there happened to be Halloween, so we hit the local thrift stores, threw together some non-descript, mismatched outfits, and asked around to find out where the parties would be. There were hardly any Americans in town, but a few dozen other tourists and locals who wanted to celebrate were concentrated in a local hostel for a pre-party and a couple clubs later in the night, so we followed the crowd and enjoyed a unique Halloween, filled with Nicaraguan beers and shots of Nicaraguan rum.
Sometime around 4 am, I (Max) woke up with a strange sensation. I touched my leg but I couldn’t feel my hand on it. Thinking I had slept on it the wrong way and cut off the circulation, I tried to shake my leg, but realized it was weighed down by something. I took off my sleep mask and sat up, and saw someone was sleeping across my legs, perpendicular to the bed, with his feet on the ground and his head hanging off the opposite site. I shook the guy, who initially refused to move, but he finally sat up and walked off. I fell right back asleep and forgot about it until the next morning.
Walking out of the bathroom in the morning, another guy from the room approached me and asked if he knew what happened in the room last night.
“Yeah, some guy fell asleep on me!” I told him.
“Really…? Well thats not what I meant, some guy peed all over the room. He came this close to peeing on my bed and my bags,” gesturing a very small distance with his hands.
This guy was pretty angry and after we talked a bit, we realized the sleeper and the pee’er must have been the same confused, drunk partier with a full bladder. Luckily, the pee was only on the floor and it had been cleaned up already, so I laughted it off and headed to breakfast.
I found Alex and Stephen sitting down at a table and as soon as I sat down with them, Alex began to tell me about waking up in the middle of the night with some guy laying across his legs, thinking it was me messing with him, saying ‘Max, Max, what the fuck, get off,’ shaking the guy who he thought was me until he realized it wasn’t.’
I couldn’t believe it.
“What???” I said, cracking up. “Some guy fell asleep on me last night too!”
“Was it the tall English guy with brown hair we saw at the club?”
Alex confirmed it was the same guy, and I proceeded to tell him what I had just learned about him peeing in the room too. So, needless to say, when that guy walked into the dorm room later that day, we all gave him some major flak.
Then, when we were on Ometepe about a week later, it just so happened that the same guy walked into the hostel where we were staying, and as soon as I recognized him, I got the whole room’s attention by yelling, “Hey, that guy pees in dorm rooms!”
He turned red and looked away. Aww, sweet revenge.
Lago de Apoyo
Next stop, two nights at Lago de Apoyo, another lake formed from an old volcanic caldera. The water was calm and due to the thermal activity below the surface, it was incredibly warm for a lake. There was hardly anyone in it, making for some great swims and kayak trips in what felt like a giant, private, heated pool.
We met a few friendly girls at the hostel there, who we shared some yoga, music, good stories, delicious meals, and card games with. Mathilde and Val from Quebec and Kath from Australia and all liked listening to us make music and even laughed at our jokes, so they were instant friends.
At $5-8, the meals there were over twice as expensive as any we’d bought at a hostel, but they were so delicious it was well worth it. By the end of our two days there, we had a reputation among the girls for taking so long to decide what to order each meal that they’d leave and come back a few minutes later.
“Steak, yeah yours was so good… no, what about the chicken curry, mm that sounds good… no, wait, the fajitas looked really good yesterday…” and so on.
The longest decision-making period eclipsed 15 minutes…