Where we are now: San Juan del Sur.
As I probably won’t get a chance to update the blog for a little, this mini-post is just to let you know the three of us are still alive and well. In fact, Neva is handling the roughest Nicaraguan tracks like a travelling veteran – having been towed in the back of a trailer since she was 6 months old, she has an enviable ability to drop straight off to sleep, blissfully unaware of the trailer tipping this way and that. When she’s awake and roaming, well, there’s no stopping her.
And in case anyone has been checking in on the SPOT, you needn’t. Unfortunately that got stolen on Day 2…
Riding the hand-laid, paved road back to Moyogalpa, Volcan Maderas and Lago de Nicaragua in the background.
Cocooned. The mesh liner is good at keeping mosquitos out, and little children in. Sometimes, it seems like only the tent can contain Neva and her insatiable (and sometimes exhausting) appetite to roam...
Must... grab... stray... skinny... ferral... dog.
We've found some great camping spots, like in the grounds of this sprawling organic coffee finca.
On the road. Neva, always a hit with the locals at every stop we make.
Reaching the Pacific at Playa Gigante, after a long day in the saddle (and in the trailer). This is the first time I've swam in the Pacific Ocean since Oaxaca, Mexico, many months ago. And it felt good...