Cup O´Noodles saved my life!
Trip Start May 13, 2010
36Trip End Jul 31, 2010
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So my decision to go to León with Erick, my friend from El Salvador wasnīt such a great idea. I got a serious "something" there. I have been walking around with a fever for about 4 days. In León while I was lying in bed, I felt like a Trangy-pot pie. You know how they come out of the oven just raging hot, ready to scald the top of your mouth. Well, thatīs how I felt. I was literally a man on fire. Hence, traveling wasnīt such a smart idea but since I was in the neighborhood, I just thought Iīd cross Matagalpa and Jinotega off my list of places to see
In my feverishly mad state, I arrived in Matagalpa. It is in the Nicaraguan highlands and the temperature is about 10 degrees cooler than Granada and it cooled my outsides pleasantly while my insides were baking like momīs apple pie. I found a cheap Hostel (de Mirador), I threw my stuff on the bed and then I went on an urban assault of the town. Itīs quite pleasant! It is nestled in the cool, green highlands known for coffee and beautiful women. I couldnīt confirm the part about the coffee but yes they do have some pretty lady. I was actually told this by a construction worker that I met in León. Anyways, after about 3 hours, I thought that I had seen enough but that could have just been the fever talking. I made the poor decision to push on through to Jinotega.
The road to Jinotega is winding, curvy, precipitous, dangerous, without guard rails and definitely worth the price of the chicken bus ride. It is about 3000 ft. above sea level so again, way cooler than the sweaty Pacific lowlands of Granada and León. Purportedly itīs just a hick, uncultured little brother to Matagalpa. Maybe so, but Iīll never know. I spent the majority of my time sick and watching movies in Spanish in my hotel room. The cheapest place I could find was 250 córdobas or $12.50usd. Itīs really not a big deal but compared to my last 3 weeks at 80 córdabas/night that was really steep. Thatīs alright though, I needed to treat myself well to offset the stupidity of my decision to continue traveling. I would have stayed in León but itīs one of the hottest cities in Nicaragua and the hostel that I was staying at reeked of cheap perfume and I didnīt need another reason to vomit
The following morning after not trying too hard to find a bus to Estelí, another highland town, I decided that it would be best to head back to Granada. I needed to return to my home away from home but that meant another 5 hours on a bus. Traveling in C.A. isnīt always the fastest or easiest thing to do but it sure is cheap, which at that moment was no consolation whatsoever.
When I got to Managua, I thought I could just take a short walk to my bus station, wrong again! I asked around and everyone unanimously said it was way too far and they were right. Even by taxi it took me 20 minutes to get to the UCA bus station, which everyone calls "la ooka" so U-C-A meant nothing to them. My first cab driver wanted to cram me into his tiny car with another family. I not so courteously did not accept his offer. I thought he was trying to gouge me for the ride, 50 córdobas or $2.50usd. It was totally worth the price but I was totally messed up because of my fever. Anyways, when I found out that he wasnīt trying to gouge me, I hired a driver with a station wagon and I was the only client so it was definitely way better for me.
Well, I got back to Granada without insulting any other locals
Oh did I mention, that Iīve lost my appetite for all things related to food. That is frickinī crazy but because of this miserable whatever, I hate eating. If I were at home, Nic would just make me some of her wonderful homemade chicken noodle soup. She always teases me because before we met, Iīd never had homemade chicken soup so when I would get sick Iīd always just eat Campbellīs because that was all I knew...I guess I didnīt know much. Well, I thought about making some really simple chicken broth with rice last night but when I went to the store across the street. The answer to all my prayers, the antidote to my venom was just sitting on the shelf for $.50 cent. Maruchan Cup Oī Noodles after one cup, I was cured. By the way if your curious itīs just called Mar-oo-chon down here. Itīs crazy when they just use English words for stuff because they put accents in different places than we do so I never know how to pronouce English words, i.e., Gatorade, they call it....you guessed it Gatorade but I thought because of how they pronouce word phonetically that it would be called (got-o-rod-ay)
Anyways, I gotta go now and try to find something that wonīt make me vomit. At least the fever is gone. I just need to regain my appetite. Take care all!