There is nothing more peaceful than watching the sun set into the pacific ocean on a completely secluded beach with your fellow travelers. Then just as that last ray of sunshine fades, the light is re-ignited by a giant beach bonfire made from collected driftwood and dried jungle grass – The stuff dreams are made of - Oh man, please take me back to that moment right now!!
Fortunately this is how when spend our last night in San Juan del Sur with our travelers on The Nicaragua Experience and we will be back soon. But for some reason, this time, things got even more surreal.
As you can see from the photo above this was one of the clearest nights to date and you could literally see millions and millions of stars flickering above. I am sure the bottle of Flor de Caña rum, in my opinion the most delicious bottle of booze you can find when living the beach life, helped the situation but it seemed every time we would look up into the sky, a shooting star would grab our attention. Truly magical!
Ok, so back to the story. You may have heard of something called “the white lobster”, or maybe not? Well in Nicaragua “the white lobster” refers to the myth that loose bricks of cocaine can sometimes wash up on the beach. Most of the time because drug runners and pirates, yes pirates, release contraband into the sea when they fear they will be caught by Nicaraguan coast guard – sometimes it is a strategic release, but most of the time the ocean current decides to take wherever the hell it wants to take it!
Hence you may spot a “white lobster” tickling your toes as you are staring out into the waves!
So…… As we were enjoying an absolute perfect night, good company, good booze and an epic night sky, we noticed a set of flashlights combing the shoreline a few beaches up from us. After just sharing the legend of the “white lobster” to our travelers, we were all a little curious as to what the bloody hell was going on!
The lights slowly became closer to our site and we slowly became a little more concerned. One time I looked over to some of our travelers and they each had a rock in the hand, filled with pride they said “we must protect this beach” for a few minutes we were all amped up as if William Wallace gave us the epic war speech to defend our territory!
Then back to reality…
After some epic war cries and loud cheering, we decided it to be best to pack up and head back to the hotel. “There will be no war today, my friends. We must retreat.” I shouted
Nicaragua has some of the safest beaches in the world and we were very happy to learn that it was just a few locals doing some night fishing and if anything we missed an opportunity to make new friends of a bottle of rum.
Until next time!