02 February 2012
Nicaragua - Postcard 1
These postcards must have gotten lost in the Internet. I sent them 2 weeks ago from Nicaragua. (Joking aside, though, Nicaragua may be third-world, but they have amazing Internet coverage in some of the unlikeliest of places.)
Getting on any plane to evacuate MIA is a joy, and once the wheels are off the ground, it's pure elation. The short 2-1/2 hour flight to MGA (Managua) was quite pleasant, and we arrived a few minutes early at gate 6 (of 6). MGA is surprisingly modern -- something of a giant Quonset hut with all the modern accoutrements. Clearly, Nicaragua has planned ahead for the tourists who will spill northward from Costa Rica, now that it has become way over-touristed. We had only carry-ons, so we were able to proceed directly to Passport Control and Immigration for the quick US$10 (They didn't give a price in cordobas, their local currency.) pass-through. And just as promised, a driver awaited us holding a paper sign with Tom's name and the resort's name printed in bold letters. When he showed us to the parked Toyota VX sport-ute (badged a Lexus GX here in the 'States), we knew the 2-hour ride to San Juan del Sur was going to be good. And it was.
Several images stuck with us along the roadsides to the resort: cows (not "cattle", as I associate that with groups of cows) and horses grazing unfenced just feet from the pavement; the high quality of said pavement; and the red "Claro" satellite dishes atop the meagerest of residences. It was doubtful that they had running water inside those homes, but at least they had satellite TV!
I'll "send" more postcards of our adventure in a few days…