Corn Island

SO we've left San Juan Del Sur, which was cool, a few days in that place is all I really needed. It started to feel a little like wasaga beach to me, but with way better surfing, and way less loosers and hot cars.

Me and matty did get a surfing lesson, and of course, it being on a beach renouned for having world class waves, it was certainly challenging at times. I haven't ever seen swells like that in real life, but it was really cool watching some real surfers shred it up. Knarly.

I'd love to surf way more as I think I could seriously fall in love with that sport, however considering I live where surfing just can't happen, I'm thinking its just a pipe dream.

We took a 3 hour bus at 6 am (well it was supposed to be 6 but ended up leaving at 6:45) to the big city so we could fly out to the carribian to a small island called Great Corn. We had read that there was a flight at 10:30 but unfortunately when we got there at like 9:45 in a big hurry, there wasn't one until 2 pm. Ahhh well, that gave us time to enjoy the first air conditioning we had felt in a week, and eat some 1$ sundays, which tasted like heaven in icecream form.

Corn island is a little piece of paradise. I assume this is what most of the other carribean islands looked like before the huge hotels and resorts took over and ruined them. It is filled with palms, fruit trees, and lucious grasses, green as can be and with the most gorgeous warm turquoice water ever. Within 30 feet of the shore theres amazing coral reef with tons of fish.

The main industry is lobster and other types of fishihng here, but its really hurting as other countries arem sending in huge ships to strip the floor of tlobsters for export and its killing the local industry. The people here are huge supporters of the new president as he has promised to put a stop to that. There is also what appears to be a wishfully thinking tourist industry here, though there are very few tourists. Its like they built a bunch of places, but no one ever came, so they all just kind of sat and corroded in the ocean air. Its like a ghost town most places, kind of eerie and beautiful at the same time.

We are staying in a little Tiny cabin with one double bed and bathroom. It's on the property beside the owners house. His name is Dorcey Cambell and he has lived here his whole life, and is a decendant from one of the first 4 families to inhabit big Corn. Hes a great source of information and a super nice man. He leaves us fresh fruit every morning, picked from the trees in the jungle that is his backyard.

He does coral reef snorkelling tours and took us on a super long swim yesterday, all for 10 bucks a night in the cabin and 10 bucks for the snorkeliing. I've asked him to help us try and find some beachfront land on this island and little corn. You can still buy it for reduculously cheap, and I have a feeling that the last unspoiled carribean island, with an airport that's just been approved for international flights and has perfect weather, won't stay that way for long.

The only depressing part of this island is that it is a stop for all the colombian drgu boats. THey use it to fuel up and traffic their drugs. Coke is widespread and cheap as hell, and you can see its influence everywhere. For some reason, I've been seeing it more then most, as I think I have a coked out 40 year old cougar pheremone or something, because in two nights here, two different incredibly coked out old ladies have tried to get some of my sweet loving with absolutely no explanation why they chose me out of the many others around. It's pretty damn disturbing, but Matty boy finds it quite amusing, as im sure I would if i wasn't just hoping they'd stop touching me.

Anyhow, we might visit the baby brother of this island, called little corn, tomorrow. Then we are off to Chile. Keep in touch yall.