The Granada Isletas are unlike anything I have ever seen before. I didn’t know anything about them before I went to see them which actually made them that much more phenomenal.
ViaNica.com explains how the Las Isletas were formed:
When the Mombacho Volcano erupted thousands of years ago, it threw huge rocks into Lake Nicaragua. As a result of this violent eruption 365 islets were formed in front of Granada. The islets differ in size between a hundred square meters and over one hundred hectares. The wild nature, resident birds and visitors and the day-a-day routine of the local families make it an ideal place for a boat ride or kayaking around the lake.
Yesterday I joined a tour group on their Las Isletas boat ride with my Gringo peak cap on and my camera in hand. Camilo, our tour guide from Tierra Tours, shared his wealth of information about the islands, the wildlife and who owns which island. He was great fun and giggled a lot which made the rest of us laugh along. American travelers Matt, Ty and his Dad Ron also brought along a cooler filled with ice-cold Toña beers which they shared with everyone. A group of friendly, fun-loving travelers thrown together by fate always boosts one’s sightseeing experience. Our boat was filled with such individuals. I even joined two ladies, Brooke and Heidi, on a trip to see the Masaya volcano today.
Below are my favourite photographs from the excursion:
I left the tour with a full heart and big smile after experiencing some of the most unique and beautiful islands I have ever seen. The local Granada Las Isletas people live simple and happy lives on their little volcanic rock formations. They make do with what they have and highlight the importance of family and a sense of community. I highly recommend anyone traveling in Central America to head to its oldest colonial city, Granada, and to go and see the truly awe-inspiring Las Isletas.
“There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.” — Kate Douglas Wiggin
This quote sums up my trip to Nicaragua. It is just what I needed. I feel humbled, relaxed, inspired and so grateful for the experiences and interesting people I have met in Nica. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. I am taking a taxi to the airport in about three hours and then start my long journey back to Florida and then arrive home to Cape Town, South Africa on Tuesday afternoon.
Thank you Nicaragua.
P.S. There are more Nica blog posts to still come.