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Day 52, Day 53, Day 54, Day 55, Day 56, and Day 57
November 28th, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
November 29th, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
November 30th, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
December 1st, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
December 2nd, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
December 3rd, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
Original Men... my favourite flavour of nachos! Mmm....???? We're still here in Granada! My morning routine now consists of waking up, AfterBiting all my mosquito bites, throwing on whatever articles of semi-clean clothing I can scrounge up, and heading over to Kathy's Waffle House for a giant cup of coffee to start the day off right. Perhaps that's why we've been here so long....the coffee has a hold on us! I suppose the to-die-for strawberry pancakes don't hurt either! The waffle house is pretty much 'Gringo Central' in the morning because they have "Americano" diner breakfasts which I think most gringos start to crave after eating rice and beans for so long. On the 28th of November we spent the day in town visiting the San Franciso Cathedral museum and drinking by the poolside with a couple that we met at the waffle house. On the 29th
we loafed around town again, and I swam my 100 laps in the hotel pool while Jan caught up on his CNN. As such, the only semi-productive thing I did was take two pictures of a lizard that was eating bugs outside of our hotel room. Not only are the little guys incredibly cute, but they're good to have around because the mosquitos are pretty bad here in the evening......I'm just thankful, though, that I haven't gotten anymore fireant bites! On the 30th we probably spent the day loafing again, because I have no pictures to show for the day and I don't remember what we actualy did. Oddly enough, we have met quite a few motorcycle travellers over the course of the last few days. Dan and Bonnie (2nd and
3rd on the left) are travelling to Panama, Rex (between me and my dad) is following essentially the same route as us, and Alan (far left) will be travelling the world. It is always nice to meet people along the way that share a common interest, and it's been so great sharing information and stories about everyone's experiences along the way! On December 1st we snapped out of our semi-comotose state, and took a trip to Lake Nicaragua for a tour of the islands with a few of the people we recently met. The 'captain' maneuvers through some of the over 390 islands in the lake
pointing out many of the small privately owned islands with unique houses constructed on them. My favourite island of the entire trip, though, was uninhabited aside from a small group of Howler and Cappuchino monkeys! We bought a few bags of cashews from a vendor before setting off on our excursion with hopes to feed the monkeys, and sure enough one brave monkey with baby in tow jumped right aboard the boat! Being quite the resourceful little guy, the monkey first grabbed a bag of cashews out of my dad's hands, and while he was munching down on those dug right into a bag of beer cans looking for more loot. After that he went to the back of the boat, perched himself on a seat and grabbed more cashews out of our hands while we took some pictures.A quick thump on the boat's tarp roof by the captain was his queue to exit, and he promptly jumped back up into the trees. As much as we've been enjoying our stay 
here in Granada, we've made a firm decision to leave on Monday to continue our travels before we become permanent affixed to the hotel lounge chairs, never to be found again. While we were still on our productive streak we figured we might as well use December 2nd to go to San Jorge and figure out the ferry schedule to Ometepe. We drove to San Jorge with Alan since he was set to take the 2:30 ferry out that day. On Monday we'll be making the trip back to the San Jorge again, boarding the ferry with our motorcycles, and heading to the island of Ometepe as well. The island is actually made up of two large volcanos...one of which is still an active volcano which apparently hisses and burps every now and then. We were told it was a must-see on our route.
As a side note, I got a copy of this story "I Like Monkeys" in highschool, and only just remembered it now because of all the monkey talk so I figured I might as well add it....in all of it's oddness.
I LIKE MONKEYS
I like monkeys. The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys. I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing. I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour. Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys. I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs. I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys. I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad. I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed. I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad. I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire. Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving. I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better. I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones. I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals. I like monkeys .
November 29th, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
November 30th, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
December 1st, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
December 2nd, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
December 3rd, 2005: Granada, Nicaragua
Original Men... my favourite flavour of nachos! Mmm....???? We're still here in Granada! My morning routine now consists of waking up, AfterBiting all my mosquito bites, throwing on whatever articles of semi-clean clothing I can scrounge up, and heading over to Kathy's Waffle House for a giant cup of coffee to start the day off right. Perhaps that's why we've been here so long....the coffee has a hold on us! I suppose the to-die-for strawberry pancakes don't hurt either! The waffle house is pretty much 'Gringo Central' in the morning because they have "Americano" diner breakfasts which I think most gringos start to crave after eating rice and beans for so long. On the 28th of November we spent the day in town visiting the San Franciso Cathedral museum and drinking by the poolside with a couple that we met at the waffle house. On the 29th
we loafed around town again, and I swam my 100 laps in the hotel pool while Jan caught up on his CNN. As such, the only semi-productive thing I did was take two pictures of a lizard that was eating bugs outside of our hotel room. Not only are the little guys incredibly cute, but they're good to have around because the mosquitos are pretty bad here in the evening......I'm just thankful, though, that I haven't gotten anymore fireant bites! On the 30th we probably spent the day loafing again, because I have no pictures to show for the day and I don't remember what we actualy did. Oddly enough, we have met quite a few motorcycle travellers over the course of the last few days. Dan and Bonnie (2nd and
3rd on the left) are travelling to Panama, Rex (between me and my dad) is following essentially the same route as us, and Alan (far left) will be travelling the world. It is always nice to meet people along the way that share a common interest, and it's been so great sharing information and stories about everyone's experiences along the way! On December 1st we snapped out of our semi-comotose state, and took a trip to Lake Nicaragua for a tour of the islands with a few of the people we recently met. The 'captain' maneuvers through some of the over 390 islands in the lake
pointing out many of the small privately owned islands with unique houses constructed on them. My favourite island of the entire trip, though, was uninhabited aside from a small group of Howler and Cappuchino monkeys! We bought a few bags of cashews from a vendor before setting off on our excursion with hopes to feed the monkeys, and sure enough one brave monkey with baby in tow jumped right aboard the boat! Being quite the resourceful little guy, the monkey first grabbed a bag of cashews out of my dad's hands, and while he was munching down on those dug right into a bag of beer cans looking for more loot. After that he went to the back of the boat, perched himself on a seat and grabbed more cashews out of our hands while we took some pictures.A quick thump on the boat's tarp roof by the captain was his queue to exit, and he promptly jumped back up into the trees. As much as we've been enjoying our stay 
here in Granada, we've made a firm decision to leave on Monday to continue our travels before we become permanent affixed to the hotel lounge chairs, never to be found again. While we were still on our productive streak we figured we might as well use December 2nd to go to San Jorge and figure out the ferry schedule to Ometepe. We drove to San Jorge with Alan since he was set to take the 2:30 ferry out that day. On Monday we'll be making the trip back to the San Jorge again, boarding the ferry with our motorcycles, and heading to the island of Ometepe as well. The island is actually made up of two large volcanos...one of which is still an active volcano which apparently hisses and burps every now and then. We were told it was a must-see on our route.
As a side note, I got a copy of this story "I Like Monkeys" in highschool, and only just remembered it now because of all the monkey talk so I figured I might as well add it....in all of it's oddness.
I LIKE MONKEYS
I like monkeys. The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys. I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing. I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour. Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys. I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs. I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys. I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad. I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed. I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad. I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire. Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving. I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better. I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones. I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals. I like monkeys .
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