They even have a big hammock-chair. I'm a massive fan or rocking chairs, but they only go backwards and forwards, but the hammock chair goes any way you want it. I tend to go for a circular motion with the odd backwards and forwards to keep mixed up. Anyway, I'm going off topic...
It's the first time we've really come across 'proper travellers'. I don't mean the ones which have a (often unfair) reputation for stealing lead off church roofs, either. These travellers are brown, very brown. They are mostly thin, with cool, saltwashed hair. And the men have beards. They have friendship bracelets around their ankles, presumably because they have run out of space on their wrists. They share stories of how cool Nicaragua is. We stand out at the moment - all pastey white still sitting with the 'I don't have to go back to work' grin on our faces and panicking when a mosquito enters our airspace.
This morning, an older surfer/chef (don't think he did the two disciplines at the same time) from Thailand was holding centre stage at breakfast. He was talking about the importance of meditation and a pair of Spanish girls were nodding. I was a bit cynical at first - it was all very 'gap yah'. But it's quite hard to not earwig and see what people have to say. He said that meditation should be done for an hour a day when you get up, which made us feel bad, because we just got up, made eggy bread and drank coffee.
Sitting in the magic hammock chair later, I gave meditation a go. I lasted about about 45 seconds and I was just getting in touch with my subconscious, when 'Don't You Want Me' by The Human League came on the radio. Everyone knows it is IMPOSSIBLE to meditate to 80s electro pop. I'll try again tomorrow and perhaps put a request in to the radio station for some whale music or panpipe moods.
We've done a lot of chilling out today. We like it here, so we might stay for a few nights more. They have free tea and coffee, so it makes all the sense in the world.