Tough Life (Little Corn Island, Nicargua)

Here I am, day 3 on this small, isolated island of 700 inhabitants. It doesn't feel like Nicaragua, more like a tropical Caribbean island, with a mixture of races, languages and accents. 

The water is so clear you can see the bottom for a good 500 meters out, and so warm you feel like you're in a jacuzzi that was turned off only an hour prior. The sand is so fine, it's as if you can use it as brown sugar. 

The first day the waves gently whispered my name, slowly and seductively. My foot wound stopped me from the temptations of entering. They say, salt water is good, however luke warm sea water is full of bacteria. So each day I have been very careful, only going in for 5 minutes at a time, and sometimes raising my foot above the water so my wound is untouched. 

The rest of my days are spent with my travel buddy from Austria, Manuela. We hang, we take pics, ww share secrets, we eat, we drink, we sleep, we sun bathe, we swap travel stories, we are pretty much besties. It always amazes me the solidarity between backpackers. She even trimmed my armpit hair the other day!! 

Two more nights, then we are off to BIG corn island, to party it up and celebrate the end of slavery!