It was a long drive up to Granada where I arrived in the middle of the night. I saw my first gunned guards patrolling the streets while I was walking towards my hostel. I felt a certain sense of security, but then again…why all these guns, is it really so dangerous? Anyway, so here I am in Granada, Nicaragua’s oldest colonial city, founded in the mid sixteenth century. Hiding from a ferocious sun, I relaxed during the day on my hammock in the comfy courtyard of my hostel and enjoyed the carved colonial portals, elegant churches, colourful houses, fine plazas and Lago de Nicaragua, Central America’s biggest lake, in the late afternoons, when the temperature started to fall. After a couple of days in Granada, I took a boat ride to Isla De Ometepe, an island
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