Month: juni 2009

June 1. To Guatemala.
It is time to say goodbye to Amado and move on to the next country. Puerto Bus is a good and reliable company, it cost me ten dollars to go directly to Guatemala city. The border crossing is harmless: an officer entered the bus and checked if we had the Nic-SanSal-Hon-Guat enty stamps in our ...
May 31. The Voice.
I go to the malls again and bring my computer to write. That's all for today. I feel like a San Salvadorian day, driving to his temporal workplace in the morning and back in the afternoon. It feels good and it's amazing how quick I get used to a new environment. The 101D bus line ...
May 30. Piling ‘em up.
In the morning I write a bit, then I go to mall to buy the ticket. I have to pay cash but it is no problem. When I pay cash and the dollarbills are piled up on the desk at travel agency Escamilla I make a little joke:
"Can you change the destination to Las ...
May 29. San Salvador.
I say goodbye to the lady and her father, and jump on a bus to Santa Rosa. I'm extremely cautious when the driver tells me the fare was one dollar. I double-check and find out the real fare is 80 cents.
"Es facil mentir a un gringo. Porque son locos, los gringos" I say, pointing ...
May 28. Total humiliation apprentice.
Unfortunately the guard forgets to wake me up at 3am, so I leave at daylight. A local bus takes me from Leon to another town in Nicaragua. And yet another one. I sit in the buses and think about my life, my next big trip, the people I love and want to see again. Seeing ...
May 27. Contact.
Leon is nice and calm. Nicer and calmer than Granada. It's an interesting comparison if you the cousins of them in Spain. The people of Leon are so proud of their place, so you better not mention the Alhambra. I walk around town looking for the museum of Ruben Dario, and unfortunately I cannot find ...
May 26. To Leon, to Leon…
In the middle of the night, I can't stand it anymore. The mosquitos, that had shown their nasty presence as tactile fury yet had remained invisible to my eyes, got me jumping out of the bed and into the television room. My feet recover quickly and I perceive of the Irish guy that hangs on ...
May 25. Weak thoughts about Power.

Open shutter =[ Floating around in the fresh water of the Laguna Apoyo, a volcanic laguna created some 20.000 years ago when a volcano completely and violently exploded, watching over the surrounding hills that seperate the laguna from Lago Nicaragua, indulging in the peaceful quiteness of the place ]= close shutter. We have captured ...
May 24. Drunken monkey.
The "Nicaragua Inn" next to the Pali in Rivas is the only place in town where they serve the kind of breakfast I feel like. Coffee and toast with marmelade. The 6:30 bus has just taken me here, and I've enjoyed the ride a lot. Zooming through the countryside on local buses, breeze in my ...