Recently, i have been paling around with a small group of friends. My group included; A very sauvea, tri-lingual, well travelled, Matthew Mcconaughey look alike, French man who could party well into the morning without the assistance of alternative drugs. Two Austrian chickas who have bright blued eyes, German speaking, always creative in their ways, never-say-no-to-a-party, dance instructors who always made it a goodtime for everyone. And the latest addition to the team was a un poco English speaking, multi eared pearced, peddle to the metal, translating Spaniard who i would practice my spanish with and who would teach me Spanish slang. For example, Yo soy el puta amo (i am the f***ing boss)....My personal fav.

The gang and i had a ball. For about a week we took to the street in Granada, Managua and San Jaun del Sur and almost everytime i was the first one to bail out at around 4 in the morning. When it comes to partying, the nightlife scene is not my first barbecue, however i felt like amatuer hour when compared to them. I must stress their were no other drugs at play, only achool, which makes the Frenchmen 8 in the morning all nigthers all the more impressive. But not everynight was in a packed club rubbing elbows and exchanging dance moves with the whose-who of Nic. About half of the time it was us and a few other Nics and travellers cutting up the empty dance floor. We had a ball.

For the weekend we rented a Suv and headed to the beach. With the Suv we were able to hit some of the less populated beaches and i was able to attempt to surf. The view, power and feel of the ocean here is the sexiest thing i have ever seen. While in town, i slept in my cheapest accomidation thus far which was a hammock on the roof for $2.20 a night( my back is going to need some serious repair). Now they are gone, off to bigger and better things, but it was fantastic.

More about Granda later.....

Evan