After stocking up in town we hit the coast for the week. The common theme for this trip so far... beach until we were feral, salty, hot and out of supplies then go in land to find some cooler climes and chilled out villages to reboot and restock.

We got to the coast as the day was closing in, a small fishing village with a very pretty cove but it was too populated on the beach so we crossed a small river to skip over the headland North to the next bay. A long wide stretch of beach with jungle back drop, river splitting the sand, small cliff headlands either end and nothing but shanty shacks and an old dude swinging in his hammock. With a few surfers still out Jelly went for a sundown wave as the sun dropped and I flirted with the old guy about camping on the beach and using his long drop loo for 50p a pop (pun intended!) and set us up a space for the next couple of nights, cracked a cold one and watched the sun down. It was nice to be back on the beach.

We spent two long, fantastic days doing our finest beach life. Hammock back up, swimming and surfing, exploring down the bay and over the headland, hunting for secret waves on an already quiet part of the coast. In the evening we cranked the fire and cooked by the full moon. This was what it was all about.

Moving slowly up the coast to a famous surf break called Popoyo, we'd heard rumours of armed robbery in the area with free campers so settled for a campsite under the hill that looked over the bay. We had a little surf but the swell was dropping off and the wind picking up so that was sadly the end of the waves for a few days. We hung out and made use of a campsite by doing some home improvements, mainly some bug defence systems! And after finally organising gas we set up the stove and excitedly cooked a slap up dinner.

Next day we drove the coast and ended up the other side of the bay to explore further afield and had given up on waves by now. Instead, knocked on at a really nice guesthouse to park up for the night, beers and beach time followed until the sun was down. With no swell and no atmosphere in the town, no sign of other people, travellers or locals, and too many swanky gaffs we happily left the area to go inland to an old town on the lake for the weekend, Granada, Central Americas oldest town.

A minor hiccup en route, after 2hrs of bad roads we stopped in the first real town for a cold drink and the van wouldn't start, couldn't be jumped and we couldn't believe it was happening again! We got a mechanic down the way to tow us in, not too much drama but a flat battery and loose connections from the bumpy road had done us in. After a hot hour to recharge it and unfriendly service we skipped on to an amazing viewpoint for the night, overlooking a lush volcanic crater lake outside a village famous for its witch doctors. Happy Friday!