Leon...again!

Like I said before. I got dropped off and started in Leon from El Salvador but to meet up with Garrett I had to dip down south that day. After Granada me, Garrett and Juan headed north to Leon. This time heading this direction to get closer to the waves and of course to check out this city. We hoped back on a Oca and let the adventure take us. These oca's are incredible. You never know what is going to happen. You pay $2 and jump in a van full of locals and drive. Sometimes its a one way fast ticket to your destination while the others are like a bus terminal. You end up stopping every 30 seconds to pick-up or drop-off someone. This particular trip was like this. From Granada to Managua we stopped every 5 minutes to pick up people. A 10 person van would fluctuate from 10 to 17 and back to 7 all in 10 minutes. Extremely uncomfortable. No a/c and lots of fat people. My solution was to act like I was sleeping so when new people came in, I wouldn't move. It worked like a charm...and ended up falling asleep.

Finally got dropped off in Managua. This time the Oca dropped us off a few blocks away from the oca station so we didn't really know where we were. Luckily another guy in the van got off and was heading to Leon, so we followed him. This time, it was a one way and fast. Got dropped off at the oca station and hired a bicycle taxi to cram 2 surfboard, 3 backpacks and 3 people in a small one person manual peddle bicycle. Pretty funny and somehow managed to pull it off.

Bicycle man dropped us off at Big foot hostel. This was the same hostel I went to previously for a few hours. This time we checked in. This was a party hostel and instantly the place was going off. Which typically ends in a good way and random adventures around town. This hostel didn't fail us at all. At 11 pm the hostel rounds up all of the people to head to the clubs. May is say in style? Instead of walking 10 minutes to the strip they pull up in a old 1950's army bunker bus. I mean large Mercades truck. You could fit 30 people in the back of this thing. If a bomb shot at this, the driver would be fine. If the driver decided to retaliate, it has the option to open a sewer top from the inside, pop out like Michelangelo and murc some people. Regardless, this beast was out of control. Everyone hoped on and we cruised the town like it was our high school prom. The driver dropped all of us off 10 minutes down the road to all of the clubs. 20 gringos pop out and we head into the clubs. Fashionably late and with mad style. Got into the clubs and they were fucking weak! Danced with some locals attempting Salsa, failed miserably. Laughing my ass off but overall turned the weird club environment into a memorable night. After this club we headed to the after party where apparently no locals are allowed to go to. Only tourist. Which is really strange. Hung out there for a bit and called it a night.

Next day hung around the hostel trying to figure out what to do next: head to the beach right away. Big foot has a shuttle to the beach so we booked it...and what a turnout this became...