Now where was I ? Oh, that’s right, in a taxi in Nicaragua heading from Léon to Granada.
We’d been told that the taxi ride would take around 90 minutes but this proved to be far from accurate. It actually took around 130 minutes, but there’s no doubt that the heavy rain that we experienced for a good part of the journey did slow things somewhat.
The time passed quickly though (what an inane comment that is ie time is time ) because there was lots to see as we passed through village after village, most of them serving farming communities.
We knew that we were nearly there when in front of us we saw the Horse Carriage Monument . I’d love to be able to include a photo but we were moving too fast. Or did I move too slow ? Now I know that I’m a little ( massive understatement here) biased but I think it was the former.
By the time I’d put the camera away ( and I was quick, honest ) we were there, in front of our hotel, Hotel Plaza Colon .
but our room wasn’t ready so they gave us a welcome drink ( I had a mojito if you’ve really got to know ) but before I’d had a chance to finish mine (I drink slowly too) we were told that the room preparation had been completed. And in a couple of slugs and maybe a slurp or two we were in it. And very nice it was too.
Quickly unpacking we then freshened-up and it was time to hit the streets ( or calles for the linguistically minded) and there was one street in particular that we just had to visit.
Now what follows covers our 5 days in the charming city of Granada ( I’m really far to lazy to stretch this out over a couple of editions. I could but … ).
A visit to the local market.(Mercado Municipal ) where a throng of people vied with each – to the extent that there was a deal of pushing and shoving – other to pick up the day’s bargains.
We always though found time for a
Yes, it’s a mojito. I’d got the taste by now !
On another day we took a day trip to Managua, the capital of Nicaragua.
At every bus stop the conductor got out to try to drum up trade. I assume he was on commission.
A walk around the artisan market.
We just had to go into the only
And then it was time to head back to Granada via the bus station.
to ply their wares.
It was a bus station like I’d never seen or experienced before with its own market and loads of eateries as well.
Amongst the 100s of buses (OK a bit of an exaggeration but there were a lot ) we found our one – not too difficult really with it having Granada emblazoned across the front – found 2 seats and paid the equivalent of US$ 0.50 each and settled down for the journey ‘home’.
Now don’t get me wrong , I enjoyed the bus journeys but give me a taxi anytime .
Most evenings we took the short stroll to Calle La Libertad, a street that’s lined either side with restaurants and bars, and some that are both.
After 5 fun filled days and nights it was time to leave Nicaragua. Or so we thought. We got to Augusto C. Sandino International Airport , went straight to the Avianca check in desk , presented our documents only to be told our flight to San Salvador had been cancelled. So they put us up in a hotel nearby (arranging transport for us), fed us and we caught the 06.30 hours flight the next morning and we’re back home on Ambergris Caye by 17.00 hours .
The headline for today’s edition is based on the single released by The Pretenders in 1986 which reached number 10 on both the US Billboard Hot 100 and the U.K. Singles Chart .