After the extremely long day which I had to spend on six different buses plus a ferry, I had finally crossed the border to Nicaragua and made my way to San Juan del Sur. It was fairly late already, so after grabbing some street food, me and three other Germans who I met at the border, went to a couple of the most popular bars in San Juan. When we were just leaving to go back to the hostel, it started raining like crazy all of a sudden. Well, turns out that the rain didn’t want to budge the following day, and as there isn’t much to do in a beach town when it rains, I left again the next day. Off I was on another chicken bus, i.e. old yellow American school buses that are
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