Gr-a-n-a-da

Trip Start Sep 01, 2005
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Trip End Dec 04, 2006


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Sunday, October 16, 2005

I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny.....well what I really want is to retain some feeling in my butt cheeks after having spent the last couple of days on my ass on a bus. I took the Tica bus from Tegulcigalpa towards Managua in Nicaragua, quite simply, which was only a 8hour ride!. I decided to go for some luxury and hop on a bus with air con. It was definitely a different temperature in their, a freezing 10 degrees in which I could not do anything about except stick my face against the closed windows and hope that the sun would sometimes shine on it through the thick glass whilst the rest of my body was being frozen. I can't believe how you could go to such extremes in two days as the day before we had the hottest bus ride now the coldest ride ever!

TIP- When doing this border crossing it was so easy, we gave the driver the passports and photos and 15 minutes later we were all done!

8 hours later we were ready to be thawed and immediately were swarmed by the local taxi guys offering lifts to who knows what. Managua is the capital of Nicaragua and was not in any ways appealing. Dirty and polluted it was decided to best leave for greener pasteurs in Granada, a small colonial town with a volcano nearby to climb (sound familiar)and on the shore of Lake Nicaragua. So another happy hour back in more moderate conditions, except I was sitting backwards, I arrived into town ready to shake my booty. Checked in to this cool place called the beared monkey. Hostel with laid back travellers, and went off to the club. First Cafe Nuit, where there was no one except 3 people on the dance floor, maybe 10 people in total. And afterwards to La Somethingorrather, forgot the name, anyhow this place was jamming with locals and backpackers. Everyone was dressed up for their saturday night out, and I have to say the Nica's are a more beautiful race compared to the Hondurans but you can't understand a thing they are saying. Their accent is so fast and dull that it makes me feel their speaking zoinkinese. The club felt like a typical R&B club except it was in a 1930 spanish building with high ceilings but decked out with a projector, blue lighting and the such. It was funny to see the local guys try to get onto the tourists and see them constantly get rejected and come back for more!

Shopping tomorrow anyone. Masaya nearby make good hammocks and "leather goods" so I think I'll go check it out now.

Asta luego chicos!
Yo no recuerdo mi espanol por ke yo peinso es muy dificil.
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