I consider myself an intelligent guy. I am starting to reconsider that.
We just left Ometepe (the amazing island made from two volcanoes) and were
once again reunited with Randal, excitedly packing away our belongings,
when it hit me. Where is my passport? After a quick frantic search, it
became apparent it was not on my person.
Off to an internet cafe to locate the number of our previous hostel and
after a quick call, my fears were confirmed. Where do I leave my
passport? ON AN ISLAND! Just an island? NO! Try an island in the middle
of the largest lake in Central America....made of volcanoes. Do not
worry...only an hour hop from the mainland...
The boat ride, now my third trek, was the strangest yet. Packed on a
smaller, less confident vessel, I was squeezed between an Italian guy and a
crumudgeony Nicaraguan. To spice it up, we hit waves and the boat really
got rocking. Then I felt the water around my feet and really started to
doubt as the wooden hull creaked. The Italian man was very friendly and
even offered me a stick of gum. The Nicaraguan guy showed me his affection
by essentially bodying me off the boat as we arrived, showing little to no
regard for the women and children in my path not to mention personal space.
I am reunited with my long lost passport and am less than an hour away from
my return trip (Boat Ride #4 for those who are keeping track at home).
Unfortunately this will delay our much anticipated entrance into Costa Rica.
They call me Boddorff the Brilliant.
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