After 3 great weeks in Costa Rica, I finally moved onto to country #2: Nicaragua. The change was evident right at the border. We all filed off the bus to have our passports checked, and we were swarmed by about 20 little kids, all really skinny and hungry, asking for money for food. All those summers doing camps primed me to have a soft spot for kids, and this was really hard to take, I found it pretty difficult, and I still find this scene haunting me everyday since, again and again. The border took 2 hours, we got on the bus, and Nicaragua´s unfortunant title as the second poorest country in the northern hemisphere was easily identifiable. We passed rows upon rows of tin shacks lining the highway, kids labouring in the fields while their
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