The more traveling I do, the more wise I become (gerbie) wrote,
The more traveling I do, the more wise I become
gerbie

Gerbie on tour 10

Gerbie on tour (10)

San Miguel, the warmest city in El Salvador was the last city I visited on my way to Nicaragua. Apart from talking to some glue sniffers in the park, the city itself wasn’t really worth a visit. Via Esteli, my first stop in Nicaragua I arrived in Leon, one of the former capitals of this country, where I spent the Semana Santa, the Latin version of eastern. This last couples of days before eastern Sunday are the only public holidays every year in Central America, so it’s the only chance the locals do have to have a real party. On the coast chaos reigns completely, in the city of Leon it was much quieter, with daily processions from several churches, parading their holy figures through the street. Fairly civilized I’d say. That this is not everywhere the same proved the newspaper articles I read about nearly 500 people not living to see eastern Monday (which is not celebrated here by the way). Car accidents, drownings, gun- and knife fights, alcohol poisoning are fairly common in these mad 4 days. Granada is a nice old colonial town on the polluted lake of Nicaragua. Unfortunately as this lake could be very nice if it wasn’t for it’s brown water and the smell. Granada is also the favorite place to stay for most gringo’s here. Worth a visit though. From there I left for Bluefields on the Caribbean coast, taking 3 days to get there, over dust tracks in a bus that gave us a brilliant view of the road. Through the bottom that is. Some buses, bad roads and 2 days later from Rama there was a panga that took care of the last couple of hours of the journey, over a river as there aren’t any roads anymore. The town has a completely different feel to it as the rest of the country; a Dutch pirate Blaufeldt grounded it actually, so me going back there was merely a checkup. Leaving the city behind me, I flied in a dozen seater back to the more crowded part of the country. It was not the easiest part of the journey, therefore not easily forgotten either. Managua, the capital of the country is like an amalgamam of several small villages. There is no central part, no place to have a nice walk and do some sightseeing, everything being spread around the city. At least what’s left of it, as the city still is recuperating from the major earthquake that destroyed big parts of it in the 70’s. The rebuilding has only recently started it seems. Only a couple of days left in this country before leaving to Costa Rica. It being the poorest country of the continent, I do enjoy being here, the people are extremely friendly and are all eager to talk to a foreigner, unlike other parts (Guatemala) where tourism has been too much of an influence on the locals already. And even though the poverty is striking sometimes, it still didn’t hit me as hard as some of the other cities (Port au Prince!) I have visited earlier on this trip. ‘til Next time, Gerben
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