Last August, after trying to round up a few friends for a trip, and failing due to conflicting work schedules, I departed on a solo trip to the Northern coast of Nicaragua. After hearing a lot of good things about the country, I thought it would be a good trip, and it didn't disappoint.
Nicaragua Surf
After three days of small waves, a lot of Tonas and Flor de Cana, the beaches emptied out and some really fun waves started to come through. This spot was empty for four hours. Photo: Greg Heine
A few nights we surfed through the sunset until it was dark. Fun waves, just a few guys out. Photo: Greg Heine
Early morning drainer at the point with nobody out just yet. Photo: Greg Heine
Floating an evening section only a few feet from super shallow reef. Photo: Greg Heine
Another empty left with nobody out. Photo: Greg Heine
Regular footers don't have many options at this spot. Pull in, establish a good line and hope for the best. Photo: Greg Heine
Another good day coming to an end. Photo: Greg Heine
We arrived to a pretty small South swell and a couple thousand locals on the beach. We arrived for the tail end of "Semana Santa" which is pretty much like Easter, except a week long, and with a whole lot more booze. Photo: Greg Heine
Nice, long-period swell greeted by offshores every morning. Photo: Greg Heine
Even though I'm a regular footer, I really do appreciate this wave. Only accessible by boat, it peels for a couple hundred yards leaving everyone with burning legs by the end of the ride and quite the paddle back to the takeoff. Photo: Greg Heine
As with most places on the Pacific, Nicaragua has great sunsets, often without the hordes of tourists snapping pictures with their iPads. Photo: Greg Heine
An unknown Brazilian locked in at the river mouth. Photo: Greg Heine
Leaving this was not easy. Right out front, the left was draining. Photo: Greg Heine
While there were a bunch of solid waves within walking distance, we took the truck out a few times for some 4x4 exploration and found some pretty fun waves. Photo: Greg Heine
A few days the wind stayed offshore or light enough to get a fun evening session in. Unidentified Brazilian getting a good right on the left point out front. Photo: Greg Heine
My friend Tom putting his new board on rail at the beachbreak around the point. Photo: Greg Heine
When the tides weren't working for the points and reefs, most everyone was posted up in their hammocks. Nobody bothered with the beachbreak, and my friend and I surfed it every day with nobody out. Photo: Greg Heine
We stopped in León one afternoon to check out the city and one of the oldest churches in Central America. Photo: Greg Heine
I love the mellow crowds in the region we stayed. Maybe 20 surfers in the whole area, but a whole lot of local dogs clogging the beaches. Photo: Greg Heine
This is a local Nicaraguan boy named Jorge. Unfortunately, he was born deaf and cannot hear or speak, but he loves the water and is actually a pretty good surfer. He likes throwing up the shaka and has his own hand signs for cutbacks and tubes. Photo: Greg Heine
Last August, after trying to round up a few friends for a trip, and failing due to conflicting work schedules, I departed on a solo trip to the Northern coast of Nicaragua. After hearing a lot of good things about the country, I thought it would be a good trip, and it didn’t disappoint. Eight straight days of overhead swell and I was sold on the place.
Spring rolled around this year and it was time to take a second trip down. One of my good friends from New York, Tommy, decided to join for an eight day trip. The first few days were slow, but the second half of the trip heated up and we returned to the States with smiles on our faces.