Well, the Museum of the Revolution was the highlight so far. Anyway, here I am in my 'cheap' option for the second night. No hot water, no a/c, just a standard fan, but still a private hostel room - and that picture over there. About as far as I'm willing to go these days, what where age determines and finances allow. Back posh tomorrow if my bus turns up, so here's hoping. The mosquitos in Leon are particularly annoying - as is some Aussie woman who won't s...

The journey here might have been dull and rather dispiriting and the weather truly profound in its leaden heat, but it was all made worth it when I went to the Museum of the Revolution and introduced myself as a socialist who supported (in his own weak way) the Sandinistas back in the day. It's fair to say it's important to make clear one isn't an American at moments like this. Yes, THIS, is why I came here, although the 14 volcanoes that surround the town are ...

Now, stuff happened in Granada. Nothing bad, but I'm cogitating on on a conversation... But in the meantime, and in the spirit of Paul Theroux's ascerbic approach to travelling companions, I thought a little insight into today's journey might be handy. Off I went from lovely Granada intent on reaching Leon via Managua. And a relatively straightforward journey it was, if you allow for my coccix getting battered again. But this is the thing... There were 9 of...

I realise I'm writing this for me, but apologies for the general shonkiness of the presentation. This site is rubbish, but I can't be bothered changing again. Anyway, I'm in Granada, Nicaragua, as the map may show. I arrived quite late at night to my posh hotel (I'd always planned colonial comfort around this point). 2145 meant the town looked shut and when I was given a free cocktail voucher I was a happy soul. Until it turned out that the bar closed at 220...