Yo soy en Managua.
It took a bus and two planes to get here. I took the 7am bus to Cancun airport from Tulum. The first plane was Cancun to El Salvador. You’d never know El Salvador is a dangerous country from the airport that’s for sure.
Then from El Salvador to Managua. Through customs no problem. I had to check with the cabin crew that soup is not a fresh food haha. My naivety does not decrease with every day.
I’ve booked two tours so far for while I’m here - volcano boarding and Ometepe Island. I want to get the most out of this country as I can. I will also look into going to Leon and Granada as day trips.
I was sad to leave Tulum. I want to go back, and stay in the hotel zone like a rich tourist. Lounge on the beach all day. One beach was enough for me this time - I hate sand, but if you’ve got a nice hotel room and hot showers it’s not so bad.
It’s overcast here; current temperature at 6pm is 27 apparently. I’m watching hostel staff trying to put up lights in the back garden and smashing bulbs in the process. There’s a breeze, but I’m not cold. There are red ants sniffing my can of pop. I’m probably going to get bitten out here. I’m watching a fellow Londoner’s book of Central America dry out and making sure no one else takes it. I thought I just caught a mosquito on my arm, but it was some fluff. The other Londoner has moved from a chair to a beanbag.
The last big trip I did was Topdeck, and we were all together, all the time, all headed for the same destination. It’s so different this time - people 3 months, 6 months, a year into travelling. People are jealous when I say I’m at the beginning of 6 months.
6 months feels like a long time, but also not long enough. I don’t want to blink and wake up on my last day, headed home.
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