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Thread: The Long Way South- A Pan American Adventure

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    POPOYO, APOYO, AND PET RACCOONS
    April 9, 2013 · by Sarah

    With our new battery and solar panel installed, we moved along towards Popoyo, a well known surf break that Nate and Jamie had been itching to get to. After our day filled with running around Managua to get the battery, it was getting late but we pushed on, in hopes to make it to the beach before dark. When that didn’t happen, we succumbed to our ‘go-to’ method of asking a restaurant if we could camp in their parking lot for the night. We ended up in Rivas, one of the larger cities in southern Nicaragua, where we spotted a restaurant that looked like it had secure parking. We pulled in, asked the man if it would be okay, and set up camp. Deciding it was too late to make our own dinner, we grabbed a bite to eat at the restaurant. It was fairly dead with disco lights beaming around the room and techno music blaring in the back. Thinking nothing of it, we ate our meals and hit the hay, with the thumping of the music lulling us to sleep.

    Every now and then, I would wake up and look out the window to find the music still thumping, women hanging out outside of our trucks and an unusual amount of traffic coming and going. The flashing blue lights peered through the doorway of the dance floor, where I would make my way to go to the bathroom. Something seemed a little fishy about this place. The next morning, we all compared our observations and came to the conclusion that we may or may not have camped at a brothel that night. No one will ever know. But the name of the restaurant displayed as “Rest…” and the obscure signs will only make our imaginations ponder.

    From Rivas, we made a left hand turn down a bumpy dirt road which would lead us to one of our most favorite stops in Nicaragua. Ten miles later, we reached the end of the road. We made it to the next town over from Popoyo and asked a local restaurant owner, Jeff, if we could camp at his place for a few nights. Jeff owns “Da Surf Spot” near Rancho Santana and serves up the best fish tacos we have had since Baja. He let us stay with him for a few days while we explored the area. Driving more miles on dirt than on pavement in Nicaragua didn’t stop the boys from wanting more. They spotted a dirt path that wove along the beach and lead to a great place to hang out during the day.

    The surfing was fantastic and we had the whole beach to ourselves. We spent quite a few days hanging out at Jeff’s and driving through the sand to our desolate beach. It was what we had been looking for and we were loving every minute of it. We even made a side trip to Playa Gigante where several overlanding friends were hanging out. We lazed around by the pool at Jeff and Monica’s new pad and made a delicious dinner, all while sharing lots of stories and laughs.


    Isla de Ometepe was next on our list so we headed to San Jorge where we caught a ferry to the island. We camped at Finca Magdalena, an organic coffee farm where the trailhead to the smaller of the two volcanoes started. We pulled in at nighttime and one of the owners told us where we could park. He kept warning us that they had a ‘mascota’ (pet) and that it would be best to keep our dogs tied up so they didn’t get bit. When we asked to see the pet because we couldn’t understand what type it was, he motioned his hand to follow him and beemed his flashlight towards a tree where there was a raccoon tied to it. A raccoon!!! Puzzled, we agreed to keep our dogs tied up and went to bed.

    The next morning, we all observed the poor raccoon as it paced back and forth, clueless as to what was going on. One of the workers walked up and fed it some food out of his hand and held the rope while Nate filled its water jug and placed it near him. He seemed so happy to have water. He reached in, cupping the water with his paws to drink it and even tried forcing his whole body into the jug to take a bath and cool off.

    Later that day, I was watching him pace back and forth. He would stop sometimes, flop on the ground, try to fall asleep then get back up and start pacing again. He was very calm for a nocturnal animal and I felt genuinely bad for him. When I realized that he had spilled his water, I grabbed his jug and filled it back up. Being very cautious, I slowly pushed the jug in his direction. He came over to the jug and I stood up and backed away. Because I hadn’t pushed the jug close enough to him, he couldn’t reach it. So, I bent down, waited for him to walk away, and slowly pushed it a little closer into his ‘circle’. Out of nowhere, he lunged at me, clamping his teeth down on the palm of my hand. I immediately stood up, screaming, and shook my hand all around but he was attached. I had to take my other hand and shove him off as I ran away yelling Nate’s name. We immediately cleaned it with soap and water and Kellee grabbed their hydrogen peroxide.

    After cleaning it, my mind started racing. When I think of raccoons, I think ‘roadkill’ and ‘rabies.’ ****, what if I get rabies?! I opted out of those shots when we were at the travel clinic thinking, “Ha! I don’t need to spend $450 on a rabies shot, how stupid could I be to get bit by a wild animal!”

    A man with a machete came up to us and started to make conversation. We told him how beautiful the farm was and asked him about the raccoon. He told us that the policia at the border captured it and brought it to their farm for them to keep as a pet. Raccoons are not native to Nicaragua and it wouldn’t stay alive in the wild. Since they have had it, it has bitten seven different people, me being the eighth. The man with the machete told me that I didn’t need to go see a doctor because everyone else was fine and the raccoon has a rabies vaccine. He said to keep it clean and I would be okay. He made me feel a little better but I still had my doubts. In order to get to a doctor, I would have to leave the island. We just got there so I really didn’t want to do that. I read in our book, Where There is No Doctor, to capture the animal and watch it for 7-10 days. If it’s behavior stayed the same and it didn’t die in that period, it didn’t have rabies. Perfect! We stayed for five days and the raccoon showed no signs of change. I told Nate to watch for me to start foaming at the mouth and snarling at him. I actually just recently emailed the owner to ask how the raccoon was doing and he said that they still had it and it was doing fine. I can now check “Get bit by a raccoon and not get rabies” off my bucket list!

    We hiked Volcan Madera while we were there and I am convinced that it was the muddiest hike I have ever been on! At the top, the crater of the volcano made a lake. When we got there, you could hardly see anything at all. I wanted to rinse off my hands and was told to be careful because the mud was like quicksand. Of course, I didn’t listen. I waltzed towards the water and my right leg sunk right into the mud. Kellee came running over to help, but not before taking advantage of a quick photo op!

    While eating some snacks, the clouds quickly parted and you could see all the way to the other side of the lake. It was amazing!

    Our last couple of nights on the island were spent free beach camping at Santo Domingo. We found a perfect tree to park under and made ourselves at home. We also made a day trip to Ojo de Agua to experience the mineral infused waters of the swimming hole.

    Taking the ferry back to the mainland, we decided to go visit Parque Nacional Volcan Masaya to see some lava and do some night hikes through the caves. It sounded like so much fun! Our dreams were crushed when we pulled up to the booth and the woman pointed at Brady and said “no mascotas.” There haven’t been many times that we have been completely turned down from having Brady with us, but this was one of them. Oh well, onto plan B, Laguna de Apoyo!

    The elusive access road to the lake is a series of steep switchbacks and rocky dirt roads. We arrived at the campground Pajaro Azul, right on the lake. We jumped out of the cars and headed straight for the beautiful, crystal clear water. We have never seen anything like this place before. It is absolutely magical! We had the whole campground to ourselves and the view was spectacular.

    Jamie and Kellee let us use their paddleboards and now Nate has a newfound hobby. Our days were spent swimming in the lake, paddleboarding, lounging in the hammocks, making delicious meals on the fire and watching the monkeys swing from tree branch to tree branch above us.

    It was a very relaxing, peaceful place that we could have stayed at for days, maybe even weeks! But our vehicle import permit for Nicaragua was expiring soon and we wanted to hit up Popoyo one last time before saying goodbye and heading to Costa Rica!

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    RINCON DE LA VIEJA
    April 16, 2013 · by Sarah

    Semana Santa is one of the most popular holidays for Latin Americans. It is a full week of celebration, bringing many families to the beaches to camp. We were warned about this holiday. Everything from gas stations to grocery stores will close down. Keeping this in mind, we decided to cross the border before the big rush in hopes of making it to Junquillal Wildlife Refuge on the northern coast of Costa Rica. We thought that if we could claim a spot on the beach ahead of time, we would be in the clear. The Junquillal Bay was supposed to be absolutely breathtaking.

    Right after crossing the Nicaragua-Costa Rica border, we wove the trucks in and out of small towns on our way to the coast. The road quickly turned from pavement to dirt. Skirting along, following the path of the car in front of us, the dust settled and we got our first view of the bay. It was beautiful! Crystal clear waters, perfect for swimming. We made our way to the campground only to get the head shake back and forth, with a big sign stating “no mascotas.” I suppose we should have thought this through- it being a ‘wildlife refuge’ and all, you would think we would have guessed that no pets would be allowed. Hoping that the boys could sweet talk the lady into letting us camp anyway, we sent them up to the booth. It was a no-go for two reasons: no pets allowed and they were completely full because of Semana Santa. How could you say no to these faces?!

    Not willing to completely give up on the idea of camping on the beach, we drove around the whole bay, as well as the bay just north of it, looking for a place to camp. There were signs everywhere stating that beach camping was not permitted. We pulled over at the edge of the bay and made some lunch while we contemplated what to do next. We could keep driving around aimlessly looking for camping on the coast, ask a restaurant to camp or head inland where we were sure to beat the holiday crowds and have our dogs with us.

    We decided to visit Rincon de la Vieja National Park. Our guidebook described it as being Costa Rica’s version of Yellowstone, with waterfall hikes and bubbling mud from the volcano. Driving into town, we spotted a sign for camping. We pulled in and were greeted by a tall man with a Dutch accent. He told us that he did have spaces available but he did not allow dogs. We chatted with him and he told us where we might be able to camp, all while his own dog ran around our truck barking at Brady.

    We continued down the road about another mile or two until we spotted Aroma de Campo. We pulled in and introduced ourselves. Aroma de Campo is a bed and breakfast which allows camping as well. The owner told us we could park in the field and have free use of the bathroom, shower, pool and internet. And dogs were allowed! It was perfect and was only a few miles from the entrance to the national park. We set up camp and got settled into our new home for the next week while we waited out the holiday.

    We decided to make a day trip and hike to the Catarata La Cangreja, a 130 foot waterfall with a swimming hole and natural agua caliente from the volcano. The hike is about six miles total, offering fantastic views of the jungle and ocean. Of course, dogs are not allowed in the national park, so we left both Brady and Reina tied to the Tranquilo’s rig in the shade for the day. We all four piled into Truck and set off on our adventure.

    Feeling like professionals after our volcano hike on Isla de Ometepe, the hike to the waterfall felt pretty easy. We trekked up the side of the volcano in single file, passing several ceiba trees that had to have been hundreds of years old and listening to the calls of several different birds and monkeys. About 3/4 of the way up, the trees ended and we were on a ridge where you could see all the way to the ocean. Trudging along the ridge in the blistering sun, the trail then descended down a rocky path leading us back into the lush jungle.

    That’s when we heard it. At first, we couldn’t tell if it was wind whistling through the trees or the sound of water making its way down from a riverbed to a pool of water. Excited, we all picked up the pace. Stumbling up and over large rocks, the noise seemed to get louder and louder. We spotted it down the trail and I squealed with glee.

    The water gracefully fell the 150 meters and splashed down into the aqua marine pool. I have never seen anything like it. After a quick lunch on the surrounding rocks, we tore off our sweat soaked clothes and jumped into the water. It was the most perfect temperature. Nate was the first to swim over to the waterfall, standing just under it with his arms extended in both directions.

    I swam around feeling the smooth water wrap itself around my fingers and toes with each movement. We were the only ones there besides a local couple and a young man. It was peacefully quiet, with the only sound being the water cascading down the cliff. I slowly made my way over to a spot where I clambered up the rocky edge to get closer to the ginormous catarata before me. Since this was the first waterfall I have ever swam around, I was nervous and excited all at the same time. Nate reached his hand out to me and hoisted me the rest of the way up. Above me, vines hung from the rocks and I held onto them for dear life as I carefully walked over to the waterfall. The water was unforgivingly beating down on the rocks before me. It was more powerful than I had ever imagined.

    Standing under the water as it surged down above me was surreal. I stretched my arms out ahead of me and felt the pressure of the water slip between my fingertips. I gained the courage to slowly move my whole body under it while focusing on not falling. It was simply amazing. I have never in my life felt that invigorated.

    We hiked the three miles back at a quick pace, worrying that both of our dogs had surely cooked in the immense heat. When we got back, there were two happy, tail wagging dogs waiting for us to let them loose. We spent the remainder of the week enjoying ourselves by the pool and going for daily runs at the base of the volcano. We had made it through Semana Santa and were ready for our adventure to continue.


    **HUGE thanks to the Tranquilos for their photo donations. Without them, this post wouldn’t be as interesting seeing as how I dropped our camera (don’t worry, not our new one) on the trail a few too many times and lost all of our photos…**

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    MINI ADVENTURES- ARENAL
    April 20, 2013 · by Sarah

    Finally saying goodbye to our magical waterfalls and vacation spot for the week, and saying ‘see ya later’ to the Tranquilos after traveling with them for over a month, we pointed Truck towards Lake Arenal. We had mixed feelings about traveling by ourselves again. We had feelings of excitement and feelings of void. It always fun to share your experiences with others but sometimes you need to move at your own pace and do your own thing. We kind of forgot how it felt to be on the road just the three of us. It’s wonderful!

    Knowing that the Arenal area was known for its hot springs, I was convinced to get my soak on. However, it is a big price to pay to gain access to the commercialized hot springs- about $85 for a one day pass!!! Don’t get me wrong, Tabacon and the other popular resorts look beautiful. But built-up, touristy resorts are not our thing, and neither was the price tag that came with them. So we did some snooping around and located some free, natural hot springs where the locals hang out.

    We found a place to park the truck, grabbed our bathing suits, and headed towards the steamy flow of water. Since we parked on the side of the road, there was no place to change into our suits. We figured we could just tuck off to the side of the trail at the top of the stairs and quickly swap out of our clothes without being spotted. Nate was successful. I, on the other hand, was not. A poor, innocent Tico man casually walked around the corner at the bottom of the steps as I had my chonies dropped around my ankles. I quickly fumbled around for something I could to cover myself up with. Nate giggled and gave the man an apologetic “Lo siento” and made mention that that was probably the first white bottom he has ever seen. :/

    We continued through the old tunnel towards a spot that looked perfect to relax in. It was more like a hot, free flowing river and it was wonderful! The last time we felt warm water was in Guatemala at our cabana and that was over two months ago! I immediately found a little makeshift pool and made myself comfortable. Because we had the whole place to ourselves, it seemed too good to be true. We hopped around from spot to spot, enjoying the flowing warm water as it cascaded down the volcano. It was such an adventure finding our own way to the hot springs, and we were happily rewarded!


    That night, we found a free camping spot right on the lake. You could see the volcano from our spot until the clouds rolled in and it started raining. Brady frolicked around, splashing in the puddles while we pulled out the awning to make some dinner. As we ate our dinner, we sat in our chairs watching and listening to the rain. It’s amazing how soothing something as simple as rain can be, especially when you haven’t experienced it in over two months!

    The next day we did not have too far of a drive. Our GPS said that there was a thirteen mile dirt road to get to the Monteverde cloud forest- no sweat! We packed up the truck and were lead out of our camp by our new howling friend, The Beagle.

    We made it about halfway when the road turned into what looked like an oxcart trail with a fence blocking it off. Determined not to have to drive all the way back around the lake, we made a u-turn and headed towards another road we spotted on the GPS. However, this one lead to a river that was pretty deep and in full flowing force. Nate usually never turns down a river crossing. He hopped out of the truck, hiked his shorts up and started walking through it, convincing himself that Truck could make it. It was when the water became waist deep and there was a steep drop off ahead that he decided to abort mission. Finally giving into the fact that we would have to drive the extra two hours around the lake, we made another u-turn and started trekking back the way we came.

    **For all of you who are making fun of us right now, this is not the waist deep river crossing ^ .

    I’ve always believed everything happens for a reason and we now know that the reason those two roads did not work out for us was because there was a local brewery waiting for us to come have lunch and a few beers with them! And good beer too! They had homebrewed pale ales, red ales, browns- the real deal! Our moods instantly went from defeated to triumphant when we saw their sign.

    The road that lead to Monteverde offered mind blowing views of Costa Rica’s countryside. Driving along, it felt like we were in Switzerland, with the rolling hills, the beautifully maintained farms and the expansive view of the mountains in the background. We couldn’t get ourselves to stop pulling over to take more photos of the picturesque view.


    We were reminded of how beautiful the world is. Sometimes, especially when traveling to all new places all the time, it becomes too easy to look past your surroundings and focus on where you are trying to get to. You almost forget how truly beautiful the simple things around you are. We feel extremely lucky to be able to create our own mini adventures each day, and make the most that we can of them. We took our time driving through this stretch of road. We played no music over the radio and no words were exchanged. We were really soaking it all in. It was truly magnificent!

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