Returning to Playa del Carmen felt comforting, somewhere I knew, still filled with people I knew and a few new friends as well. I stayed at the Yak again where I had considered working for a month or so, but a few days of lying by the beach, soul searching and planning out the next leg of my trip inspired me to go to Nicaragua to reunite with a few friends who I'd met previously in Guatemala. The bus ride was hellish, three days of sitting still with a few delays thrown in such as 5 hours in a random town in Guatemala due to a taxi driver strike and an incompetent border control worker meaning when we finally arrived in El Salvador it was 3am instead of the estimated 5pm. Forgoing a hostel as the next bus departs in just half an hour I arrive in Managua shattered and in need of a stretch, a proper meal, and the chance to sleep horizontally. It always perplexes me that travelling can be so exhausting considering you're mainly just sitting still.