6th of august

camille and marianne were at the bluefields port on wednsday at 6.45am in order to put themselves in a line where people were meant to buy tickets. some 2h later we all at that point were still standing in that line observing how 1 person was writing out tickets to some 200 passengers and making some 4 safety copies, checking ID´s etc. obviously there were smart individuals too who would just sneak in the middle of the line and hence it would take you even more time to get to that distant window with the lady sitting in there. finally with tickets in our hands and our gallo pintos with grilled chickens we were sitting on that ferry. quite naturally we grabbed the best seats ever, on the front part of the boat. once we started consuming our breakfasts it was time however to get off that boat once again and now re-enter it showing the ticket to the captain. what is the point of this system?no idea. once back at our places we were quite content with everything, sitting on those white eskimo freezers, chatting and eating fruit. the boat started heading towards corn islands. the first 20 min were amazing, it was calm and the ferry ride was promissing to be a piece of cake. that is while the ferry still maintained itself in the river. we were chatting with those really nice italian guys matteo and tiziano that were also travelling in nicaragua and the atmosphere was great. it was great until all of a sudden the ferry inclined downwards and then upwards and then the next thing that we felt was a huge wave sweeping us off the eskimo freezers, leaving us and all our valuable belongings and backpacks soaking wet. that was the end of my camera, mobile phone and probably my passport but it was the great beginning of a 5h torture.

camille and marianne are these two odd creatures that do not suffer from seasickness. the rest of the passengers were vomiting non-stop all 5h. i was suffering, holding tight to my freezer and thinking that seasickness pills is indeed a great invention. unfortunately the pill didn´t start working until some 2pm and so i had to sit still, do my best at maintaining my equilibrium at the rodeo session on that freezer and keep the eyes fixed on the horizon. it seemed like forever. once again i was feeling extremely seasick and once again i had no choince but to take another ferry at the carribean sea which is just simply violent. no wonder so many ships actually sank there in the past. it felt like the ferry was going to be swallowed by the sea any given moment. the moment when someone screamed "i can see the shore" was the best news of the day. once we finally arrived in big corn island people were being dragged from there barely alive. we hopped off the ferry and got another boat to the little corn island. at that point it was quite clear that everyone burned their faces very badly so we all looked like boiled crayfish. our backpacks acquired some 5kg of extra weight probably due to all that salty water absorbed by our clothes so when we got to those cabins on the beach on little corn island it felt like a great releif. life was going to get better from now on!