We left El Castillo even before the musicians woke us up, and were
already moving at 5 o'clock in the dark. When it got light
we moved around in the fog, which together with the rainforest at the
side of the river give
a nice mysterious view.
In San Carlos we found a bank, had a lake view
brunch and moved on to Juigalpa.
The bus was very bumpy and was built to transport American
schoolchildren many years ago,
so the bus was not very comfortable. The route was straight through
cowboy country. There were guys with
nice cowboy hats, boots and moustaches riding their horses full of
leather decorations and lassos, and
tying them at the tree next to a swingdoor saloon. The real cowboy
stuff. Worse was that in the middle
of Central America they seemed to have a preference for country
music... Dolly Parton under
the coconut trees, a weird combination. The bus had to stop at every
little stream to throw some water over the
overheated engine.
Juigalpa was a cowboytown, with no tourists. There was a park with a
nice view to the
mountain arounds, but it was also used by machos to whistle and shout
at girls, I could even
hold Flo, but they didn't care, they just went for Flo. We had an
interesting discussion with
a neighbour hotel owner, who had returned from the States after the
civil war was over. Nicaragua is
suffering a lot of corruption and from his story has very little
future...
Just when we thought we had escaped musical streetparades waking us up
at 5 in the morning,
we were so lucky to be woken up by the parrot of the hotel. At first
sunlight (5:15 or so)
he would start shouting "papa, PAPA!, PAAPAAAAAAAAAA!" as if he was a
little boy. And this very loud
and non stop repeating. We were dreaming about "Lora Frito"...
This place had no internet, the best attraction here was sadly enough
the cemetry...
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