A lightning visit to Nicaragua.
Trip Start
Sep 16, 2007
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59
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Trip End
Ongoing
I didn't spend long here, and looking back now I wish I had. That's not to say that I enjoyed Managua. In fact I hated it. No, I HATED it, with capital letters. And I don't like hating places without really getting to know them first.
All I saw of Managua was a sprall of shit. I couldn't find the centre, but it turns out that Managua doesn't have a centre - it was razed by an earthquake in the '70s (not their fault, I know). But I didn't meet a single friendly person, except for an amiable beggar from the Caribbean coast who showed me his various wounds from a hit-and-run driver. Now, before I get bombarded with angry responses from the locals (see my entry on San Marcos in Guatemala), let me make it clear that I guess it was just my bad luck, and I'm sure Managua has kindly folk too. But city life embitters people, and life in this particular city seems to have embittered quite a few. I would walk down the street and hear people spitting the word "gringo" at me with a venom that most people reserve for pederasts.
"Fuck this, I'm off," I told myself.
...the masochistic side of me wants to go back there. Or maybe it's more the optimistic side of me. I want to go there and seek out the good folk.
All I saw of Managua was a sprall of shit. I couldn't find the centre, but it turns out that Managua doesn't have a centre - it was razed by an earthquake in the '70s (not their fault, I know). But I didn't meet a single friendly person, except for an amiable beggar from the Caribbean coast who showed me his various wounds from a hit-and-run driver. Now, before I get bombarded with angry responses from the locals (see my entry on San Marcos in Guatemala), let me make it clear that I guess it was just my bad luck, and I'm sure Managua has kindly folk too. But city life embitters people, and life in this particular city seems to have embittered quite a few. I would walk down the street and hear people spitting the word "gringo" at me with a venom that most people reserve for pederasts.
"Fuck this, I'm off," I told myself.
...the masochistic side of me wants to go back there. Or maybe it's more the optimistic side of me. I want to go there and seek out the good folk.

