On everyone's recommendation our next stop was the Island of Ometepe, and in particular a hostel called Little Morgans. Ometepe is a small island in the middle of a lake, that is home to two volcanoes, one active. The island is beautiful, the scenery spectacular, the people very friendly, the bugs very hungry!

We arrived at Little Morgans and immediately felt welcomed and at home by the three staff,Gaz, Joe and Zoe. The hostel is located right by the lake with a beautiful treehouse, and it's kinda it's own little world. It is owned by a Dublin man, Morgan, who never lost his accent! As we were checking in, a loud Kerry jersey caught my attention in the bar. It wouldn't be the last time we would see it! Let me say that we haven't been looking or not looking for fellow Irish travellers, we just hadn't met any yet, so it's comforting to see someone from your own country.  We introduced ourselves to the three Irish lads and swapped travel stories. We were heading north and they were heading south, so we exchanged plenty of tips, hostel names,must do activities etc. It wasn't long (five minutes) when we all felt we knew each other well enough to start the slagging. The Irish craic had begun. 

For the next three days, we discussed everything and anything in our fast paced,full of laughter way. The surrounding guests looked at us in awe, not believing we were speaking English, until they joined in the fun themselves. We got to experience a different variation of the Kerry jersey each day (supposedly that's all he packed), we taught anyone who would listen some Irish sayings including 'There's great drying out there today' and 'Slainte' (of course). We explained the Rose of Tralee and badly sang the words we could muster together. We mostly laughed and laughed some more. 

The whole hostel celebrated Thanksgiving together with a meal and rum punch night. The atmosphere was special. About 50 people conversing, laughing, singing, dancing all with their own stories, own cultures, own journeys, all grateful to be in Little Morgans on that night. Nearing the death of the night, or the start of the sunrise, I noticed all five Irish still going strong, a Canadian and the wonderful Wim from Netherlands. It made me think two things, one that maybe our drinking reputation is true and two, you can't beat the Irish craic !

Arriving into San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua on a Sunday evening and the whole town was drunk, we had the feeling we had just missed the party! We were right, a Sunday Funday had occurred, a day session, it turns out we were the only people unaware of it! Ah well you can't win them all. 

Hangover free the next day we decided to take advantage of the beautiful setting of this beach town. We headed out on a boat for the afternoon in the glorious sunshine. We were soon joined by some dolphins who escorted us to a private beach. We enjoyed a few drinks, a swim and ended the trip watching a beautiful sunset from the boat. We decided to create our Funday and found a bar where ladies drink for free! We weren't going turn that down! 

The next day was a scorcher and against my better sense I decided to hike up to a Jesus statue that looks down over the town. I set off with my hangover, no water and no sense. I passed by a school where children were learning numbers, I stopped as I recognised a familiar accent. Their very pleasant teacher was indeed from Ireland, educating the children of Nicaragua. I continued my waterless hike up the hill, and enjoyed the view after I got my breathe back! On the way back down singing out loud (there was a few dance moves too, shamelessly) to my iPod, a car pulled over to ask me directions. Well that's what I thought. Turns out the lads in the car recognised my dance moves from the free bar the night before! A few laughs were exchanged, and I explained my red face was from the hike not from my mortification! 

Get me out of this town quick....