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Travel Blogs from Leon
Ometepe to Leon
Ometepe ferry back to San Jorge taxi that chased down the bus. Bus to Managua, kidnapped for $20 ransom / bus fare. Much less trouble on the Managua to Leon arrived at hotel glad to be alive. No photos of any of this! Leon is totally cool. Lots of crazy stuff about the revolution. Crazy festival with very tall ladies and spherical men!! Leon …
Battling the Black Hill
... the tops of houses. Roads are these kind of tiled, not quite cobbled bricks and highly elevated footpaths. Locals hang out in rocking chairs or if homeless, slumped in doorways. There’s activity everywhere; a collectivo mini-van chock full of people, beeping its horn, whilst a ticket guy shouts the destination from the side-door. Farmers wheeling fruit carts, kids playing soccer. Soon enough though, having walked back through the market, we’re upon the UNESCO ...
Alive and Kickin! (As mi papa would say!)
... around in her room so I hear the odd shriek here and there from her (we tried to get it out, but they fly ridiculously fast!). Finally, we have the tunes of the "Macarena" and the Spanish version of "Love Shack" blasting from somebody's home nearby. It is really quite an economical way of playing music. Only one family in the entire town needs to have a stereo because they can blast it so loud! It's great! Oh! Did I mention that these are all sounds I ...
Borders, Boys, Banter and Bohemian Rhapsody
... move back in with Ady my bus mate. We finally got to the border where we were all piled off to stand in the humidity while they faffed about with our passports. As per usual at the border I changed my old money for the new currency with some of the people who walk around and change your money. This time however I thought it was a bit low, I knew they'd always take some sort of few but I was about 4 dollars short of what I should have got. Luckily some ...
The Epic Journey to Volcano Telica
... up the rocky debris. At the top we could hear the angry roar of the volcano again. I lay on my stomach and edged toward the lip of the volcano to peer down into its belly. Inside I could just see the lake of lava, bobbing up and down slightly and glowing red hot. I think volcanoes particularly intrigue me as a chemist. To an early alchemist, they were the ultimate force to be reckoned with, powerful enough to melt rock and reform it to give new materials. ...