My love affair with Lobster

When i was planning this trip, initially on my own my eye was drawn to some little islands off the Nicaraguan coast. The name alone made me want to visit them, happily you could go to either big corn or little corn.

Several stories about how the islands got their name exist. The first was that the British buccaneers who used the islands to restock their fleets simply misspelled the Spanish word for meat 'carne'. The second is more simply that corn was grown on the islands.

So the name sounded good, and Jess and Philippa were happy to go there. What a result - big corn was a complete and utter delight. An hours flight from Managua and you arrive into a tiny airport surrounded by turquoise ocean, palm trees and smiling creole islanders. We had 5 days here, and i can safely say it's the most wonderful island I've ever been to.

Every night we had lobster - in fact I think I've had my crustacean fill for the year - how can anywhere else top here? A couple of times we had it at Island Style in Long Bay which was delicious. We also tried comedor Mari's in Sally peachie on the north coast - Mari served food on her porch - our lobster served with coconut rice and beans and 2 ice cold Tona's came to £7. On our last day for lunch we headed to Fisher's Cove in the big town of Brig Bay. I say town, let's go with settlement the while islands have 8,000 people living on them. This place though overlooked the main fishing pier ( no sign of Rudi, clearly out catching lobster) - and was a great spot to watch how things happen on the island. We saw a young boy fishing with a simple line off the pier - we were all didappointed when he lost the snapper he finally caught. The boy needs to get a net. We also saw fishermen gutting fish in the sea, and quite a lot of men just sat in the bar drinking rum. Can't beat island life.

My lobster when it arrived was essentially the most indulgent Thai green curry I've ever had. Lobster, coconut milk, peppers and chilli. They call it Caribbean style. It was beautiful. I wish Ali could have tried it. What a way to say goodbye to the island.

The taxi back was full of the classic views of huge grandma type women sat in a rocking chair in a porch of her bright green shack. My photos don't capture it well enough.

This place is a wonder

I wonder if I could adjust to living in a 5km long island? If they got rid of the sandflies I reckon I could. Gemma's Guesthouse sound ok?

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