Nicaragua. The land of hammocks, rum, rice and beans. I arrived in Managua airport after enduring a decent 35 hour journey, crossing 3 continents within 48 hours. Departing Mumbai after 5 months of traversing India, via a London quick step onto LA City of Angels. An overnight stay in Venice, having my aura read by hyper color hippie and almost marrying a mexican later, my flight departed sunny California to the jungle heat of Nicaragua. One time I wish I'd done my weather check. The most obvious reality upon entering the country was the heat. The dirty, sweaty, sticky humid heat. Unlike the smoggy slums of Mumbai, Nicaragua's humidity was at 80%, translating to cow licked hair, shiny skin, mud splattered legs and a plethora of strategically placed and radiantly red mosquito bights. Needless to say
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