11th of august

the cabins on little corn island were primitive. the cabin itself had a cement floor, walls made of wood sticks with big holes everywhere and the roof made of just simple sheets of iron. the bathroom was outside as well as the shower. there was no electricity until 6pm and when there was electricity it was turned off at 10pm. water supply in the shower was also rather sporadic. so, all in all a perfect scene for a desert island holiday. the first night we spent in the cabin i couldn´t sleep even a minute. the wind was blowing so hard that it seemed that the cabin, that was situated just some 5m away from the water would not survive until the morning. the heavy showers produced horrible noise inside and well it felt like i was sleeping outside in a tent. not very tempting especially because the first night was the storm night.

in the morning things looked way brighter. there was some sun and we started exploring the island. walking down the beaches, completely wild, many covered in seaweed, swimming here and there, seeing some people occasionally. there would be palmtrees everywhere and a friendly local offered us some fresh "coco de agua", he probably wanted to say coconut milk but was insisting on his version "coconut of a milk". point being the coconut milk was fresh and good. the only problem was that i got severe stomach problems right from the first day we arrived in the island and well kept having them all the time we were there, so the coconut milk was not that good for me after all. this meant i could not really eat anything, just drink, so i spent some 4 days not eating, just drinking coca-cola. we had no clocks on little corn island and so days went by solemnly chilling in hammocks, guided by the sun and hiding away from the rains that actually visited the island all days some 5 times a day. so, in fact there was not that much sun, more rain during our stay on the island.

on the last day even the italians we met on the ferry appeared, so the atmosphere got even more merry. on sunday it was time for us to leave the little corn island and the friendly stuff of the cabin "hotel" offered to take us the pier on their own motorboat. it was a lot of fun for them to see me getting quite scared every time the boat made a surfing move on a wave but well they were inbibing tequila all the time from that one bottle on the boat, so obviously they didn´t feel anything!it was a jolly ride indeed!camille seemed to have the time of her life holding that rope with the rest of the guys and guiding the boat towards ever bigger waves :)

last night on the big corn island was calm and we went to bed early in order to prepare ourselves for the trip to managua next day. by plane.