As we approach the island men toss sheets of black tarpaulin like flags and cover their fishing boats, while a fanfare of children jump jubilantly from the jetty into the Lago de Nicaragua. It is late afternoon and my travelling companions and I have been squashed in buses for the better part of the day. For the last part of this journey, by boat, the crossing has been smooth despite warnings that Hurricane Paloma will cross into Nicaragua.
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