After such a busy morning surfing Popoyo, eating and getting some quality hammock time, news that the local rodeo was going ahead gave everyone a new wave of enthusiasm. We’d missed the last rodeo as it was called due to wet weather which added an extra level of excitement to this one. Local lad ‘Elvis’ was meant to jump on a bull today so he was round in the morning talking it up. A very unique character, ‘Elvis’ is a famed local surfer/ boat trip hustler/ bull rider/ herb cultivator/ go to guy for organising anything in Popoyo - at a price. Operating at a higher frequency that the rest of the laid back locals, his english vocabulary consists of only a few phrases which he strings together to give the illusion he speaks good english - “damn buddy”, “its Nicaragua man”, “boat trip, boat trip?”, “hit that shit”, “roll that shit”, “smoke that shit”. Psyching himself up for his ride, Elvis was walking around Popoyo Loco making a heap of noise and challenging the crew to arm wrestles, just another thing he felt he had over everyone else. So beating him was the first time I’d seen him properly accept defeat - the noise calmed for a good 5 mins.
But today wasn’t our day to experience rustic Nicaragua - another freak storm ripped through the place after lunch, flooding out the rodeo. The consolation was an offshore afternoon session and a pretty epic light show at sunset.
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