Huck and Henna En Route

…what a place. Due to our delay with all this robbery stuff, we decided to fly from stinky Managua to the refreshing Corn Islands, off the carribean coast. The domestic terminal at the international Airport of Managua was a pretty different place.
The staff there wasn´t only interested in the weight of our luggage, but also we had to step on the scale.
The crew personal was waiting together with the passengers and when we were finally sitting in the aeroplane (45minutes early!!!), I was sitting right behind the pilots.
During the flight I had a perfect view out ofthe front and onto the instruments. Because the little one-engine plane wasn´t pressurized, at some point almost all the 12passengers and the pilot were sleeping. The Co-pilot was doing all the work.
When we arrived on big corn, we tranferred to a boat, crossing over with 400hp to the little corn island. The driver was pretty skilled with handling waves and it was a pleasure to be back on the sea.
Little corn is a place from carribean pirat stories. No cars and endless white beaches with palm trees and coconuts all over (very tasty).

Historically this place was important for pirates and colonialists, who refilled food and water supplies on the islands.
Even today, the drug smugglers with their speedboats, pass the islands on their way from columbia to mexico, or the nicaraguan mainland.
During the first night I heard a helicopter, flying without lights. Was it the coast guard?
We arrived here on the 30th of December. The first thing we did here was booking some dive-trips and buying some snorkeling gear.
Even when snorkeling, we saw stingrays, corrals, a huge what-the-hell-is-this fish, loads of other fishes and two gigantic hermite crabs.
The people here speak a funny kind of english or spanish and are ethnologiocally creols.
New years was this year without any (!!!) firecrackers, but with plenty of rum and white russian. Happy new year.