Gringolandia ...

So, in an effort to not be stuck on Ometepe with no money (there are no cash machines that work with my card), I was forced to leave yesterday and head for the coast. Somehow on the island I managed to get both a cold and a sore neck. I know how silly this sounds, but they are both the result of the ice cold showers there. As for the latter, I basically bent too far backward trying to wash only my hair and I am paying for it. I have however become pretty adept at visiting the pharmacy here. I was given 12 pills of some amoxycillan variant for about $3. No prescriptions needed for anything, as far as I can tell.
Anyway, I´m currently in San Juan Del Sur, which is more or less an offshoot of certain parts of California or Florida. It´s so Americanized, it´s annoying; and that´s coming from someone who is American and proud of it.
I am going to take a shuttle bus to some nearby beach today and stay there for a few nights, and then head back up to areas where people actually speak Spanish and girls with giant sunglasses and highlights are few and far between. Then it´s onto Granada for a few nights, and then to the illustrious Little Corn Island, which I have heard oh so much about.
Well, I´m off to ride with a bunch of surfers in the back of a pick-up truck with the words ¨Gringo Shuttle¨ painted on the side. It´s good to have some humility at times, isn´t it?