Off to Little Corn Island
Little Corn Island Travel Blog› entry 10 of 16 › view all entries
November 8th, 2008 – by: lrecht
Since, according to the girl working the desk at the lounge in the Hilton â€śthere are only three things to do in Managuaâ€ť and â€śthey arenâ€™t that much fun or safe to doâ€¦â€ť and since we had an early afternoon flight we opted for hanging at the Hilton and started by having a huge breakfast at the executive lounge. Needless to say, Robb was in heaven with a huge plate of eggs, chiliquilles, bacon, sausage, chorizo and tons of breads. Yummy but filling.
With several hours before Cathy and Robbâ€™s flight home and another couple after that before ours to Big Corn Island, we decided to hang at the pool and start working on our tans.
Cathy and Robb headed off to the airport for their flight home and a couple hours later, we too hopped in a Taxi to airport. We had heard that Costena Airlines was not the most well organized business in the world so we luckily got there a little bit early and went to the office. Two very nice, very large ladies tried to help me but didnâ€™t really speak much English and finally got another girl to translate.
The check-in area was really crowded with mostly what appeared to be locals and lets just say, they donâ€™t pack light. We finally made it to the front of the line where, after physically getting weighed at check-in (they actually make you stand on the scale with your luggage! I was prepared to put up a fight if they gave me any crap about the weight of my carry-on bag since the average local boarding the flight seemed to weigh more than Cindy and I combinedâ€¦)
Well we had no weight problems so they gave us the giant boarding pass you see in the picture and we sat in the waiting area and had a can of Pringles and Tona beer for lunch while we waited.
When we landed, we had been told to re-check in with Costena for our flight home which I dutifully tried to do. When I finally got someone to the desk and explained that I wanted to check in, she nonchalantly waved her hand and said be there two hours in advance.
We had to grab a taxi to the wharf where you catch the boat to Little Corn and ended up sharing a ride with two Canadian girls on the budget travel circuit. They were going to spend a few days on Big Corn so we dropped them off and then arrived at the wharf where a scrawny old man speaking with a heavy Jamaican accent told us we had to pay an â€śisland taxâ€ť to enter the ferry area. Eventually I got him to understand that we wanted to buy tickets for the ferry too which we did before wandering around the fairly squalid little village and stopping in at a local market to buy a large, watertight back to put our travel stuff in (supposedly the boat crossing can be pretty rough and wet).
The little harbor had some pretty little fishing boats in it and eventually the ferry showed up (really just an uncomfortable wooden speed boat). We ended up sitting next to a German guy in his late 60â€™s who has apparently lived there on and off for years named Haiko. He is a German Buddhist who owns Casa Sunrise on the northern tip of Little Corn and was interesting to talk to if a little bit morose. Since Casa Sunrise doesn't have any plumbing or electricity, I think we will stick with Casa Iguana...
The ferry pulled into Little Corn just after dusk and we were escorted to Casa Iguana with CJ who was one of the kids working at one of the two local Scuba outfits.
We arrived at the main house at Casa Iguana which serves as the kitchen and bar and met Kelly and Mark the couple currently managing the place.
There are giant Land Crabs strolling around the property, digging holes and scurrying out of your way as you walk the nicely groomed dirt paths lined with Conch shells that are pretty entertaining. Also, we discovered the cool Banana Spider who is somewhat of a guardian angel for the Grand Casita.
We asked Kelly for a dinner recommendation and she suggested Bridgetteâ€™s for fish and lobster on the port side of the island. We walked over there and eventually stumbled upon her house with a dining room with three or four tables in it. Brigette is a large, friendly woman who came out to greet us with a cigarette hanging from her lips. We asked her what was good and of course she said â€śEveryting!â€ť and suggested we try the local lobster and fresh yellowtail. Dinner was simple but tasty and washed down with Tonaâ€™s.
We asked her about possibly buying some local rum. She asked for some money and said she would go ask her friend who runs the store down the path that was already closed but he was out. Since tomorrow is Election Day here, she said she would keep the money and get him to sneak her a bottle tomorrow (apparently there is no drinking on election day in Nicaraguaâ€¦). We wandered back the dark path with our little flashlights, climbed under the mosquito net and fell asleep listening to the lull of the little waves slapping on Pabloâ€™s Beach below.
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