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Travel Blogs from Managua
... in graffiti and smell a little weird) and see the incredible view of all of Masaya. It was nice to get away from the streets for a little while. We returned to Masinfa which is a local organization where we've had most of orientation to finish before lunch.
Today we had plantains, rice, carne asado, a broccoli tomato salad, and un refresco (a sweet drink) for lunch. Overall, I have enjoyed the food here. Luis, my six year old host ...
Managua has a very bad reputation for crime, and as there are few sights to see, its not very popular with travelers and tourists alike. That is why I booked a hostel that was just 100m from the bus terminal, so I really didn't see anything from the city. But my experience with the locals was good, everyone was kind and helpful so maybe the bad reputation isn't a fair ...
do math, I usually first round up to 20% then work from there,
because that's what I liked to get tipped when I was a waitress, so I
can do that calculation easily in my head. It's instinctive.
My cooking is pretty instinctive, too- I know that a teaspoon of vanilla is two glugs from the bottle
and half a teaspoon of salt is a big fat pinch. I throw some more in
later, if the batter doesn't taste right.
... declared while the poor iguana tried to move its tail. At the next stall where Julio was standing I found several iguanas of different sizes, all bound and tied. Besides the bunch, was a freshly skinned and stuffed iguana ready for the barbecue.
Down the lane we came across the barbecue stalls. The smell and the smoke wafted through the air. Alas, no iguana on the barbie! Perhaps it was still too early for lunch. Alongside the barbecue stalls were women ...
... Ometepe, covered at their mid point by white clouds. There is a constant breeze across the water that bring the occasional wave crashing into the pier and sends water up high giving you a refreshing shower in the afternoon heat. Nicas lined the side walls of the pier waiting patiently for another ferry. A couple of small wooden boats docked, loaded quickly and then bobbed off into the green waves kept afloat only by the grace of god and the buoyancy ...