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Published: December 24th 2011
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Hospedaje Soma has a little more capacity than El Encanto -- 26 vs. 20 -- and is near Moyogalpa. Otherwise their visions are similar, and we were happy with both in different ways. I slept very well having upgraded from two in a single bed to two in a double bed. Sr. Szkini knows Sr. Carlos, he appreciates German beer and stops by sometimes to have one; I told him he really should go out to see El Encanto one of these days.
I think maybe last night the fans actually stayed on all night. Adios Ometepe! We hope getting a landing strip doesn't change you too much!
A pleasant surprise - waiting at the dock in Moyogalpa for the ferry to San Jorge, we bumped into Sr. Carlos, on his way to El Salvador for a few days of holiday. (He waited for us to check out to close the place.) My last chance to chat with him. "Did I mention that the house we rented in Granada is named 'Casa Don Carlos'?"
In due course we arrived in San Jorge and took a taxi to Rivas to catch the bus to Granada.
If I had
one cordoba for every taxi tout who approached us in or near the Rivas bus station during the 2 1/2 hours we waited for the bus to Granada ... and 50 pesetas for every snack, trinket, and lottery ticket salesman and woman who hawked wares down the bus aisle while it sat for another half an hour, well then I'd be able to afford a $25 taxi to Granada. Oh yeah, I could've afforded it anyway. "Hay mas tiempo que vida". Once you commit to taking the bus, stubbornness demands you wait for it as long as it damn takes, as I explained to Andrea when she asked.
The bus systems in Malaysia and Mexico are hands down superior in comparison. Imagine a bus "station" (mostly open air) with no public toilets. Where do people go? God knows the buses don't have bathrooms either -- they're all literally old US yellow school buses. Now we know what happens to them when our public schools consider them worn out.
It wasn't easy, but we found a decent hole-in-the-wall place to have lunch while we waited. And a public bathroom a block or two from the station. We're balancing our
karma, taking the cheap, slow bus to our fancy, spacious rented house in Granada.
This morning as we packed up at the Hospedaje Soma, the kids were bickering and Melody told them something about "good intentions". A tune popped into my head, that starts: "Pavin' the road". I thought about it more on the ferry, working on the chorus. I haven't had a chance to record it yet on my handheld yet, something like this ... No, I can't think of it with the Nica music playing on the bus. I hope I didn't lose the tune.
Melody points out we haven't seen one single solitary fast food chain outlet of any description in Nicaragua, so far anyway. Coke for sale, sure, but no McDonalds or KFC. Good.
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