Granada is quite a large town but due to high crime rates only a small part of it is safe for a traveller. This is mainly the square and it is a pretty square with some lovely buildings. However if you venture out of this zone you find yourself in hostile and dirty areas with creepy men leering at you. So I became to feel really hemmed in. I really did not rate this place very highly at all.
It had one main street which had quite a few bars and restaurants but again you felt as a westerner you were being herded together. Safety in numbers and all that. Saying that the food was OK even if overpriced compared to other Central American countries. In fact I had one of my best nights here. It all started off innocently enough - Alana, Rikki and I went for dinner at 6.30 as we were hungry. We noticed they had wone so we thought 'That would make a nice change'. It went down well - we should have another. This also went down exceedingly well and by this stage when we thought another bottle might be a good idea not any part of my brain was thinking maybe not! I was incredibly tipsy but incredibly happy. When the bill came, in my drunken wisdom, I decided I was the best person to work out the bill. After 40 minutes it became clear that this may not be the case and Alana who doesn't drink wine seized the bill. Apparently I seemed unwilling to let go! After that I have little memory I am sorry to report. I am reliably informed that during the latter part of the evening, I believed I could speak fluent French, drank lots of water, broke my shoe on the way home and played with the kittens at the hostel. All I know is I woke up fully clothed with everything that had been on my bed now in a pile on the floor! It was a top night. The next day I felt great as to the annoyance of the group I don't get hangovers!
The next day we pottered around but there really wasn't much else to see. The LP says its 'a high point of many travellers' time in Central American.' I don't know who these travellers are but they must be mad or on drugs or both! The most excitement was a procession that we bumped into. This held the world record for being the slowest procession in history. It took about 20 minutes to move an inch. After a while it got boring and we tried to avoid it but it was going so slow it seemed like it was everywhere. I am not sure what it was celebrating but the little boys had moutaches and the little girls some as small as 2 yrs old had make up on. They looked like lots of 'mini me'. It was incredibly strange. I was glad to leave this weird place.