THE WORLD’S WORST PICKPOCKET IS IN SAN JUAN DEL SUR

Heat radiated from the makeshift grill standing crookedly beside the sidewalk.  The early afternoon was already hot.  On the grill was a wok of oil-boiled empanadas.  Pieces of chicken and pork lay directly on the grate next to the wok,  sizzling above the smoldering firewood.  Trin pointed to the piece he wanted and asked “cuanto cuesta”( how much).  The lady responded with the price in cordobas.  It came with a full bag of homemade plantain chips and a side of Nicaraguan cabbage slaw.

The crooked tooth thief

Trins lunch in San Juan Del Sur

As we waited for the meal to be ready by the busy street with items of local produce on display, I felt somebody’s hands press against both sides of my waist.  I looked over at Trin.  He had one hand holding his cell phone and the other by his side.  By then the hands were feeling over my pockets.

I quickly turned around to the would-be thief behind me.  She was an old lady, bedraggled.  She smiled at me unapologetically, exposing brown, crooked teeth.  I felt a small surge of anger at this intrusion of personal space, this insolent act taken with such liberty.  She didn’t even try to hide her intentions.  I told her to keep her hands off me.  I had spoken in English but my tone delivered the message unequivocally.

She stepped back as the stupid grin disappeared from her face.  She stood there for a moment and then she raised one hand in the air and let out a jeering howl.  It seemed to me that behind her crazy facade, a pang of embarrassment spurred this juvenile attempt to save face.  The people around us didn’t seem to notice, as if this was a daily occurrence in San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua.

Market in San Juan Del Sur

We had read about the rise of petty crime directed towards tourists in this town, an erstwhile, small fishing village that has evolved into a popular tourist town that offers surfing, sailing and fishing.  There’s a lot of construction going on, entrepreneurs taking advantage of the rising popularity of this small little town.  There was a cruise ship docked just off the shore beyond the numerous fishing boats that were anchored off the beach.

Sunset in San Juan Del Sur

Refugee Camp

The previous day we had crossed the Costa Rica to Nicaragua border at Peñas Blancas by local bus.  On the way to the border we passed by a refugee camp.  We found out later that the refugees were made up mostly of people from Africa, Haiti and Cuba who are making their way to the United States.  There is a surge of immigrants trying to make this long trip due to fear that US asylum rights for Cubans may soon end.  The immigrants go to Ecuador due to its liberal immigration policies and make their way up.  Recently, Nicaragua had been denying them entry at the border.

Our border crossing wasn’t too bad. We had pored through the numerous articles written by travel bloggers describing their experience. No surprises there.  There was a squad of border guards armed with AK47s just as we got into the Nicaraguan side.  Coming out of the Migracion office, we felt like we were swimming across a sea of taxi drivers asking where we were going. A border guard told us that the bus should only be 30 cordobas. The drivers charged us twice that. We tried to bargain to no avail. We got the gringo price just like the other tourists in the bus.

Police on the Nicaragua border

Crowded Chicken Bus & AK47s

Inside the bus, all seats were already taken and the aisle was almost full of people. There was a lot of shoving and pushing as some of the locals made their way to the back of the bus. This was an old school bus from the United States. Most of the windows were cracked. At some point somebody tinted the windows but the film had mostly peeled off. We were in a chicken bus.

Crowded bus in Nicaragua

After taking in a few more passengers the driver finally pulled out onto the highway. Five minutes later the bus stopped and a uniformed military personnel got on. He told everyone to pull out our passports and he started checking each and every one until he made it to the back of the bus. Outside there were three other military personnel carrying AK47s. It took about twenty minutes. The bus never moved the entire time.

Police on the way to San Juan Del Sur

Finally the bus started moving again. We got off at La Virgen to take a connecting bus to San Juan. This time we paid the same fare as the locals did and we made it to San Juan without further incident.

San Juan del Sur

San Juan del Sur is perfect for those who like to party.  We are not into the party life, but still enjoyed walking around the small little town and felt very safe despite the run-in with that mediocre pickpocket.

downtown San Juan Del Sur
Downtown San Juan del Sur
beautiful gates in San Juan Del Sur
Doors, they really know how to make doors.  Lots of beautiful entryways.
Monkey in San Juan Del Sur
You never know what you may see next, such as someone’s pet monkey

The home we stayed in was concrete with bars over the windows and the door. There was no way for anyone to break in at night. There was a another guest in the occupying the other room in the house.  He was a journalist who was very respectful and concerned about being in the way.  We only spoke to him a few times.  He slept through most of the mornings and was out at bars late at night.

Airbnb in San Juan Del Sur
Trin on his laptop in our living room figuring out the transit details to our next destination.

 

 

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The beach is guarded by a huge statue of Christ at the top of the hill to the right.

 

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