Saturday through Monday mid-afternoon was spent at Morgan’s Rock, the definite splurge of our honeymoon. We paid for the all-inclusive package: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, 2 beers and 1 bottle of rum per person per day, and a tour/excursion each day. Our bungalow, situated in the jungle, looked over the ocean, and despite the 15 minute trek up from the lobby/restaurant, it was amazing and beautiful and everything we could have asked for – at least until it got dark.
After getting picked up from Hotel con Corazon Saturday morning, we arrived at Morgan’s Rock in the early afternoon…and after the first 15 minute trek up to our bungalow (the farthest away – oh well, we could use the exercise), we got lunch (complete with our first 2 (smallish) bottles of rum) and went down to the beach, fresh juice (and a bottle of rum) in hand. There were SO many hermit crabs on the beach, I can confidently say there were tens of thousands – as well as larger crabs that began coming out of their holes around dusk. After one of the most beautiful sunsets ever, we began the trek back up to our bungalow to get ready for dinner, and it was at this point that I began to understand why we were given so much alcohol for the duration of our stay.
The crabs all over the pathways and stairs on our way up to the room didn’t bother me too much. The cute leaf bugs on the suspension bridge were pretty cute, actually. I read plenty of reviews that made note of the wildlife you would run into, and would maybe make its way into your bungalow. Whatever, I’ve been camping, I got this. Or so I thought.
Jeebus. I was way wrong. I had a full on anxiety attack about 10 minutes after getting back to our bungalow. Joe went to use the restroom, and while I was beginning to get ready for dinner I saw something bright orange out of the corner of my eye, and watched a large crab scuttle under our bed. NOPE. “Uhhhh…I need help…” is what Joe heard as I clambered into the middle of the bed…only to be greeted by a giant grasshopper. NOPE. Joe, being the good new hubby he is, got rid of the crab and smushed the grasshopper quickly – I thought at that point I’d be safe to take a shower to get all of the sand off of me. Hahahahahahaha. Wrong. Thankfully a minute or two later, Joe had gotten rid of the spider crab, spider, and grasshopper that had decided to make the shower their home. I rinsed off, and lo and behold, there was a stupid praying mantis on my towel. And on the sink faucet. And another grasshopper on the floor. (Note: I allowed the praying mantises and green leaf bugs to live. They’re cool.)
I had been trying hard to keep my composure. I had to keep reminding myself: This is the special part of our honeymoon, everything was so beautiful during the day, they’re just bugs. Buuuut it got to be too much and I completely lost it. I was miserable. Bawling my eyes out, on our honeymoon, at the place I was most excited to visit. Ugh.
After a good cry session, a reassuring pep talk from Joe, and slathering myself in the provided natural bug repellent lotion (it smelled quite good,) we finished getting dressed to head down to dinner (it helped that he gave me his super powerful flashlight to take along. I was gripping that thing like my life depended on it.) Dinner was good (all of the meals at Morgan’s Rock were beyond delicious,) I ordered 2 glasses of wine even though they weren’t included in our plan, and had my second beer with dessert (I had the first with lunch) – and as I went to grab my drink, I noticed that there was a grasshopper on the glass. Sigh. By this point I was slowly coming to terms with all of the bugs, and was able to chuckle a little before flicking it off. I also made friends with a stray cat at dinner, and tried to bribe him with pieces of my steak to come back to our bungalow to protect us from the bugs. He didn’t follow us.
Despite the bed being incredibly comfortable, I couldn’t sleep for the life of me the first night. What if bugs crawled in my ears? (I ended up getting my headphones out and putting them in my ears) What if a crab manages to crawl in through the door and onto our bed? (At this point we realized there was a huge gap between the wall of our bungalow and the sliding door – how the crab got in earlier. I switched sides of the bed with Joe.) Soon enough, it was morning and all was right with the world again. We were woken up by Howler Monkeys (so cool) and the ocean waves crashing on to the beach, and we were ready to enjoy the day, complete with a horseback ride on the beach, through the jungle, and up to a lookout point. Everything about the day was perfect, and I handled the nighttime a lot better too (still gripping tightly to the flashlight at night for the sake of my sanity.)
Monday morning we were up bright and early for breakfast on the farm (Morgan’s Rock is an ecolodge and is completely self-sufficient.) We milked a cow, using the milk in our coffee, picked our eggs from the chicken coop, and made tortillas to eat with our meal. On our ride back to the hotel part of the property, we saw howler monkeys, a scarlet macaw, spider monkeys, a black iguana, a few different hawks, and super cute squirrels.
We arranged to be brought back to Granada around 1:30pm, so spent the rest of the day enjoying the beach! Joe saw a marlin, I caught (?) a sand dollar, and almost stepped on both a manta ray and large crab before heading in for one last lunch, which of course was delicious.
I probably just made Morgan’s Rock sound entirely miserable, but I promise it wasn’t! We had an amazing time and would definitely consider going back should we ever find ourselves back in Nicaragua (which definitely isn’t out of the question.)
The last part of my honeymoon recap will come soon – and be much shorter! We added a last minute trip to Masaya Volcano 🙂