We woke up very early and got back on the bus heading down to Nicaragua. Though there was some beautiful scenery I slept through most of it.
We arrived in Managua at around 3pm and immediately caught a microbus for Granada. Granada is a town not unlike Antigua Guatemala; small, tourist-friendly, Spanish colonial town. I sat in a hammock at the Bearded Monkey hostel lamenting the fact that I had left the comforting cool weather of the mountains and was once again in the swampy heat of the lowlands. Sweat, my old nemesis, we meet again.
I walked around the town a bit and grabbed some street vendor grub for dinner in the parque central. This town feels like it could be very cool, and I’m eager to get out and explore more tomorow.
Sounds like a lovely place! Love all the photos…
Enjoy every minute! Love you!
Shouldn’t you have used the opportunity to parody Alan Sherman: hello
muddah, hello fathah… I’m live bloggin’ from Granada… Weather’s hot here, mountains were better… Especially since I’m such a sweater.
Well done, hermano.
Thank you, mon frere. That’s French for ‘brother’. Don’t know why I know that… Took 6 years of Spanish.