Art Hotel Managua
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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The alarm was set for 4 AM, I had two worries, waking up Alex and Cesar who would take us to the airport. I woke up Alex, he got up promptly and alert, ready to go and when we got out of the room Ces a r was already waiting for us. No problem, except for my worrying would there be any problem at the airport? Alex had no ticket we had been told that his name would be in a list, and so it was, again no problem.
... is so lovely here. Arriving in the big busy smoggy and chaotic city we try to find the supposed bus station for getting a bus to Nicaragua. We take a taxi and the bus station doesnt run the bus direct at the time we had found listed on their website on the internet. Hmmm luckily for us a man assisted us and gave us an alternative by taking a local bus to a town south where we could then catch the King Quality bus to Nicaragua. We trusted this was correct information and ...
... as I was to a side and the crowd overbeared sometimes so I headed to the side where there was a Book Fair - I scavenged through some books and came across works from Ernesto Calderon, Ruben Dario, and Juan De Dios. I reminded myself that I would purchase some books and read about them (I didn't purchase anything as the prices were not favorable for my empty pockets). Did I tell you that I also went to Las Isletas? I attached some ...
... everything I've collected in the Bay Area for the past 9 years), but there was so much "little" stuff and clothes to decide what to do with, that it was quite overwhelming. I've officially reduced the amount of things I own to about 8 boxes, 2 pieces of luggage, a bike, and a massage table -- which was both a painful and liberating process that I might write about in a future entry.
I find it surreal to be ...
It never happened. I couldn't do it.
I kept imagining choosing an avocado, and then reaching into my backpack to pay, pulling out a wad of cash and inevitably dropping handfuls of 500 Cordoba bills into the puddles on the dirt floor of the crowded marketplace. I pictured local shoppers watching politely, yet silently, as I flaunted the fact that I am buying food for the sport of it, in a country where 76% of the population lives on less ...