An Idiot Abroad...

I'm behaving myself, I went to bed at a reasonable hour and my head is like a fucking orange. My skin is rough and dimpled. I woke up with my face puffy, ravaged by an outbreak of eczema. The sun, sea, suncream, sleep deprivation, travel and intense heat have not been kind. Other than that I've developed a good tan.

I woke up nurse Helen at 6am like a small child. 'Helen, I'm poorly!' Once we'd ruled out an anaphylactic reaction we piled doublebase onto my face and went to breakfast. I tried face timing my mum which mainly consisted of close ups of her hair and 'is this using my 4G?'
'Yes if you're not connected to wifi'
'Oh! Go away!' And hung up. Her sound medical advice came a few hours later.

Helen and I walked to the beach. My sandal broke and I walked down dusty paths flicking my foot in the air to keep the sole of my shoe on, somewhat resembling a platypus. My shoes were from Primark for anyone who wishes to avoid the same mistake.

I settled down in a sun chair on the white sand beach in front of the rippling blue ocean and opened up my book. Only to find it was in German. No, I do not speak German.

So I've been passing the time writing these posts and swapping hilarious and ridiculous stories with Helen, who makes it impossible to be miserable. We've been lying top to toe in a hammock all afternoon drinking pina coladas with Caribbean music wafting around our ears. Helen and I are writing a book of our undignified adventures. It's impossible not to laugh and it's so far been my favourite day. We walked back elated and tipsy, discarding my sandals, me proclaiming I'm going to change my blog name to 'barefoot imogen' and travel the world without shoes, as it's getting impossible to stand out on the Internet. 'You've also been wearing the same dress three days in a row, maybe you could travel the world just in that dress, with no shoes.' Said Helen. It would certainly make my backpack lighter.





We showered, dancing around the dorm room playing ABBA and Madonna, and restored my feet in Helen's superior quality shoes (from Office), and went out for pizza at Colour View. Mariana pizza with lobster, shrimp and galepinos and a Mediterranean vegetable pizza. We walked back to the bars where there is a music festival on over the weekend, we watched Sam, our Californian friend, sing and play his guitar and sat on the beach enjoying the warm Caribbean evening. We went to bed still laughing. There's a saying that travel on your own and you'll go fast, travel together and you'll go far', and I would like to add 'travel with Helen and you'll probably piss yourself'.

Imogen

Location:Corn Island,Nicaragua