Hotel Internacional Managua
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... us because it would have been to hard for him to get back up the hill with a full bus. Yep, that's the chicken bus! We finally arrived in Balgue for lunch and grabbed a table at Cafe Campestre - a highly recommended spot. Best meal in Nicaragua. Not even exaggerating! We both had chorizo 'wraps', which were served somewhat deconstructed with pico de gallo, refried beans, sour cream and the best flour tortillas we've ever had. EVER!. They're handmade and cooked in a ...
... sprawling and well lit. At the airport we were thermo scanned, all employees wore masks and we had to fill out a health questionnaire along with the usual paperwork. They are taking the threat of Ebola very seriously here unlike Seattle and Atlanta where we saw no sign of screening.
Once through the maze of lines and customs we found Hector, or I should say he found us. He will be our guide for the rest ...
At 9am we are in a tourist shuttle/mini-van driving through extremely arid farmland north of Managua, heading south. They tell us they haven't seen as much rain as usual this year and it shows. After sitting in Managua rush hour traffic for over three hours, we are on the road south to Granada.
The colourful colonial town is right on the north-western ...
I can't believe how long I've been here already. Gradually, I'm becoming more and more comfortable in my home stay and in Spanish. Every moment I'm awake, I'm learning something new.
Today was a turning point. What I lack in Spanish, I make up for in the universal language of play. Luis and I played together for hours after dinner. Several of the neighbor boys joined us, and I ended up pitching in a neighborhood game of kickball. For the ...
... wheels and an engine with the power of a tractor, but with the noise of a plane at take-off; a piece of a museum as colorful on the outside as battered on the inside, with nonsense warnings about a one dollar fine for whoever will vomite in the bus and with seats designed for American children that somehow manage to bear the weight of local men and women and of some lanky Europeans like us. The co-star is the driver: the only human being who has the slightest idea on how to keep ...