Since the last blog we have travelled quite a long way indeed! Our original intentions were to try and get onboard a boat sailing from Colon in Panama, to Cartagena in Columbia. However, when we arrived in Panama City our hostel was awful, overpriced and had none of the information we needed so when we kept hitting dead ends for the boat trip we decided to try elsewhere and found a flight for a third of the price. 10 hours later we were in the air in a tiny littl...

PURA VIDA After Tamarindo we had to head to the capital, San Jose, in order to get anywhere else, so spent a day there enjoying the standard dirty, smelly, polluted and scary capital common (it seems) to all Central American countries. We did manage to arrange one of the things top of my (Matt) wishlist.... The following day we were picked up bright and early and driven to the the start of a section of the Pacuare river towards the carribean coast. We were fed...

Hey, So the map should show that after Granada we spent a night in San Juan Del Sur at the southwest tip of Nicaragua, just before the border. It had been recommended to us as a great place to surf and hang out, but annoyingly the Lonely planet write up of the town meant that prices were extortionate in order to do anything or to go anywhere with waves. We just chilled, had some rum, watched Nighmare on Elm Street in a bar (in spanish, which apparently doesnt m...

Kate and I have both recently read The Road, by (ive forgotten his name but its very good) the man who wrote no country for old men, about a post apocalyptic world where a man and his small companion journey from desolate town to desolate town clutching at their backpacks which contain their only possessions for fear they would be stolen. This is what the past few days, journeying from horrible transport hub towns has felt like! But we have the goal of reaching C...

This was our third central american capital, and they seem to be getting worse. We always manage, despite our best efforts, to arrive just as its getting dark, which as all safety information (and instincts) tell you, is the wrong time to arrive. There isnt much need for this blog other than to inform you that the scallies in Manchester who offer to ´watch your car for a fiver mate´ seem to have ventured over here and taught the scary gangster boys a thing or...