Location: Nicaragua
Published: The Orlando Sentinel
“We’ll cruise on the main road till there,” said Chris, tracing the route along the clearly marked Pan-American Highway, the main artery through Central America, “and turn off right about here to head for the coast,” his index finger sliding west along a vague, snaking line that looked more like an errant pencil mark than a clearly delineated Nicaraguan motorway. According to the surf bible, the road was a rutted dirt track, impassable during the wet season but doable during the dry months. Despite a few ominous storm clouds on the horizon, it was…
