Little Corn Island

After the stresses and strains of drinking in Leon it was time to get airborn again and head out to the Corn Islands.
Departing from Managua's domestic terminal (Total number of gates: 1) one jumps on a propeller driven island hopper which chugs up into the air and flies along at cloud level for an hour or so. Then it rapidly descends into Bluefields (an old pirate town, where they still have a maypole celebration every May, true to their English heritage) to drop off a couple of people before stuggling down the runway again to head over to Big Corn Island.
The island slowly becomes visible and is surrounded by the most beautiful turquoise waters and massive coral reefs, which are also visible from the plane as dark splotches beneath the water. A brief taxi ride and a 20 minute boat ride and final destination: Little Corn Island is reached.
Little Corn has no bank, no roads, no cars, no electricity during the day and is if not entirely off the beaten track very close to the edge of it. Accomodation is rudimentary - beach side bungalow, bed, mosquito net, plastic chair. But Carlito runs a great place and cooks up a storm in the kitchen.
I spent a week there and apart from 5 dives and lots of beer I can't really tell you what I did. But whatever it was it was damn enjoyable.