This place rocks!

Greetings my fellow cyber mates. We are coming to you from the city of Leon, Nicaragua. It was not the longest drive here from our little surf village of El Tunco in El Salvador, but surely it provided a very entertaining ride. Crossing into Honduras was fairly easy with your common paperwork and fees and mumbo jumbo. The Manburban got spotted by the police [which it tends to do] about half a mile into the new country and we did our best to cope with the corrupt nature of every single law enforcement official in Central America. It appears that it is a law down here to have a fire estinguisher, road triangles, and reflector stickers on your car at all times. Ehh.....That is just unecessary and poor financial management. So after all the chit chat and blank stares this guy pulls Jimmy out of the car and looks at him and says, "20 dolares." Well if that's all ya wanted in the first place then speak up hombre! Anyways this was the theme all throughout Honduras. We got signaled to the side of the road probably around six times. We decided to stop attempting to speak with them in spanish and act completely dumbfounded by the language. We would only reply in english and provide the impresion that we had no money and were just driving through the country. It actually worked, and it was comedy! We would pull away after being signaled over just totally laughing and commenting on how well each one of us acted like we don't have a clue about what's going on. Spent a night in Chuloteca, Honduras. The only good thing about that was I got my clothes washed for the third time on the trip, we ordered Pizza Hut [heaven], Georgie died her hair, and we watched A Few Good Men. Next day, booked it to the Nicaraguan border, fooled a few more police, the Manburban started making a funny noise, and then got to a beach town called Las Penitas where we stayed in a hostel for the night. With no swell we decided to head into Leon and see if we could get the Man some work done on him and we would just cruise around Leon. Well it turns out we needed new brake pads so that is happening. We are stoked about Leon! This place is very rad. It is a colonial style city with big village squares and weathered churches. We are staying at a hostel called The Bigfoot Hostel. Check it out, it is sick! So there is plenty to do here and lots of people to mingle with. Last night we got together with everyone in the hostel and we stormed some bar down the street. There seems to be good domestic beer everywhere we go and usually it's always just a buck for a tall frosty brew. Today we get the Man back from the mechanics, might do some sight seeing, and then tomorrow we might slide down a volcano on a sled. They keep a chart at the hostel of who has the highest speed record going down the volcano. Right now it is 82km /hr. but Jimmy and I feel we can conquer a new volcano sliding record. We might have to shave first though, you know, the whole aerodynamic thing. Nevermind! Not shaving. Well folks, that's all for now. Our future hopefully contains more swell, Popoyo, winning the lottery, and a very merry thanksgiving.

-San Miquelito