After an uneventful bus ride from Granada back to Managua, the bus driver unceremoniously dumped us all at the side of a busy motorway, going God knows where. Unsure where to catch my connecting bus, I followed the crowd of other passengers moving towards a row of minivans parked further down the road. As we got closer all I could hear was a loud rubble of voices shouting. I was eventually able to pick out Leon, Leon, La-la-la-la-la-Leon being shouted over and ov...
My Big Fat Gypsy Vacation
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After 11hrs, 3 bus changes, 2 police searches and 1 iffy border crossing, we arrived in Nicaragua. As we were driving through Managua towards Granada, I could see some multi-story buildings, chain stores and the almighty McDonalds. After the poverty of Honduras, I was relieved that Nicaragua was looking modern and americanised. I know that probably sounds awful to a lot of people, but I don't care, I was so sick and tired of seeing nothing but poor people; it was...