Bottle Service is Tradition

Our trip to Crater Lake for the night turned out to be the best night yet. We raged at that tranquil little spot like nobody's business. It started off all nice and quiet. I went kayaking around, we went swimming out to the floating dock. Everybody had a nap. As soon as dinner time came the 4 of us met up with 2 other girls and we went out to dinner. We had a bit of a tradition going and every night I spent with these guys we had bottle service. This meant when you bought a whole bottle of Flor de Cana (for $8) you got the chasers, ice, limes, glasses all for free. That was the start of the night. At Crater's Edge there was a corkage fee which we weren't willing to pay and had smuggled in 5 bottles of Flor de Cana of our own from Granada. Instantly shots were flyin around and our bottles began to disappear. Words cannot thoroughly tell what went on that night because most of the night was a meer blur but pictures the next day revealed our fun. Some parts are untellable but multiple skinny dipping went on and we raided Crater's Edge snack supply. Everyone was up (somehow) at 5am the next day and we found another bottle under the bed. By 5:05am we were swimming and the empty bottle was in the recyclying. Quotes like "Tranquillo Bro", "You Guys Wanna Go Swimming", and "The Moon Never Fucks Around," I'm sure will be remembered between us whenever we should think back to such a night.
The next day we parted ways with Jeannie and boys and I headed up to Leon. We found the 2 party hostels which were right across the street from eachother and booked in. The city had a slightly grungy feel to it and noone was really feeling the vibe for more than one night. We still took full advantage of that night. We ordered some Mojitos and invited over some girls which later turned into us riding in the back of the Hostel owners pickup truck to the big club; Oxygen. We rolled in and yet again, as part of tradition, bottle service. We raged that night as well and had later perhaps the best 3am hamburgers of our lives in the parque central.
We woke up early and did a minor tour of the city and saw the biggest churst in Central America. Spray painted beside it on the wall was (translated) Bush Genocide - An Enemy To All of Humanity! That made me proud to be a Canadian, proud to be just a fly on the wall.
Later that day we took a bus out to the beach for the night. This little town had only one hostel and basically nooone on this gorgeous beach. We bodysurfed all day and had hilarious chats with some of the local children. That night we went with 2 girls to a bar which was having a movie night and of course, bottle service. After watching Hannibal Rising and Hancock we got a bottle for the road and went out to the beach. We walked up to some locals having a fire. In no time at all the laughs were pouring around and I ran back to the hostel, took the grill from the BBQ, and some hotsauce, and ran back. Of course everyone was starving and after watching a local for a little bit we were crab hunting under the moonlight. No crabs in sight only holes it took quite some effort but we had about 30 crabs ready to cook up. A little hotsauce and we would eat every part of the crab. The pinchers, everything! Yet another superb late night snack and another great night with Zev and Chris.
That turned out to be our last night together after a week of travelling, a week of partying, and a week we're sure not to forget any time soon. We headed to Managua which was an awful city. I now know of Hell because I've seen Managua! I spent the night near the Tica bus station in a sketchy neighborhood because my bus left for Northern Honduras at 5am. On the bus I met a really cute Norweigan who I'm meeting up with later in Utila.
San Pedro de Sula wasn't too bad of a city. Apparently it's the aids capital of Central America so I put the chicas on hold for a night lol. I split a cab and went out that night with a couple from B.C. British Columbia honestly is the bulk of the backpacking world. I find I basically represent Ontario.
For now I'm in Utila which is in the Bay Islands of Honduras. Utila is the cheapest of the islands and smaller than its neighboring Roatan which was been infected by heavily by America. The island is literally all about diving. You don't come here unless you want to dive. Almost every place on the island will not give you a room unless you pay for diving. Because of the cheap diving however there is a major backpacking population here, mainly Europeans. I've been hanging around with a 27 year old guy named Jay who's from Berlin. I booked into a 3 day Advanced Scuba Course which starts tomorrow because I've already got my open water. For $270 you get your course, 5 dives plus 2 fun dives (1 dive by itself is $55), free rooms, free snorkelling and kayaking, the gear rental is included aswell. My dives include a navigation dive, a deep dive (40 meters (120 feet)), a wreck dive, a night dive, and a current dive. Only the deep dive and nav. dive are manditory for the Advanced course but the other 3 sound pretty awesome. For now I'm off to a themed party at the Jade Seahorse Titanic bar, Pimps and Hoes! Pimps and Hoes!