The Art of Relaxing: Little Corn Island

Remember the good old days when I used to write about doing stuff....you know, hiking, museums, cultural activities and the like. Well, it seems those days are over. Or at least, they are if the last seven days is anything to go by.

We flew out to Corn Island on Tuesday after spending the Easter weekend in Granada, gorging on gringo food (salads!!!! good bread!!!! and thai curry!!), swimming in the hostel pool and generally being sluggish.

  

We arrived on Big Corn Island and quickly high-tailed it to the panga for a boat across to Little Corn Island- a car-free, rastafaried, white sandy paradise surrounded by beautiful coral reef. Unlike the rest of Nicaragua, most people on the Corn Islands speak English, albeit a heavily accented creole which makes everyone sound like Bob Marley.

The chief pastime on Little Corn Island is 'chillin', aided by copious amounts of marijuana. When you ask someone what they've been up, you can pretty much guarantee that 'chillin' has formed at least 98% of the days program. So, what to do...when in Rome right?

The first day was our most active- a two hour snorkelling tour in the morning. We took a boat out to the reef and our guide showed us nurse sharks, eagle rays, sting rays and a huge variety of fish and coral.

Aside from that (and one afternoon where Martijn went scuba diving), we pretty much spent the entire week lying on the beach or in a hammock, swimming, eating (expensive) seafood and drinking rather a lot of icy cold beers.

 Uneventful, in a gloriously slothful way.