Our plan was to get up very early and make the most of the morning. But we failed as it was past 9.30 by the time Caitlin's carcass arrived in the pool-side breakfast area. Our personal waiter remembered the no meat request and continued to indulge my improving attempts at Spanish. He and I talked about that famous Welshman who will become the most expensive footballer if or when he succeeds in getting a transfer to Real Madrid. A moment of personal national exci...

Had a worrying incident in our little bungalow / cabina (called Jazmine!) last night when I investigated the safe. I locked my essentials in it but the code I punched in would not open it afterwards. What to do! I phoned the reception and within an hour an aged man with a toolbox arrived and an accent from North America. He had a well-worn face, Eric Morecambe shorts and a slightly comical hearing problem. He would have fitting well into the black and white Ealin...

I'll start writing this referring to my current location which is on the top deck of the ferry to Ometepe. I'm sharing my double seat with a sleeping Nicaraguan woman. Any moment, I can see her moving her head and using my shoulder or lap as a new resting place. Don't want that as I'm aware of the reputation of Wrexham women -my wife resided in that town prior to her seeing sense - when other women cosy up to their man! Not a place for a tempting dalliance with t...

After a semi-sumptuous breakfast, Edgar greeted us at 8.30 prompt having caught the chicken bus from his home in Managua. Off we went across the plaza and past the side of the cathedral to La Casa de los tres mundos an art / cultural centre where Caitlin got a chance to show off her skills on a wildly untuned piano. Nothing that much to see or do there but worth a few moments of our time. We proceeded next to the San Franciscan convent where eagle-eyed Edgar spot...

A simple breakfast to start the day of exotic fruits and a small plate of scrambled eggs, fried plantains and gaillo pinto before Edgar reappeared at half eight eager to take us to two museums which we missed yesterday afternoon due to early closing. Again, I held out few hopes of real involvement in the contents of the museum dedicated to the poet, Ruben Dario located in his childhood home. But once more Edgar knew his details about the life and work of Ruben Da...