B recovered the photos. He put so much time and energy into it, asking people on line and reading about software and all kinds of things. Today he drove to Huntsville and spent an hour and a half with a Best Buy guy recovering the photos. And now we have them...well, I don't have them all, but I have a few, and will have them all when he returns to Starkville at the end of the week.
Therefore, I would like to begin to present the tale of
B&K's Adventures in Nica!
On Wednesday, December 27th, my traveling started with a flight at midnight to Houston and a dose of Benadryl. B came in from New Orleans and we killed 6 hours in the IAH airport. Then we flew to Belize, El Salvador, and finally Managua. 24 hours, two states, four different countries. Impressive.
So we arrived in Managua at 8.30PM and did not get mugged or cheated by the taxi driver, although we did end up in the hostel next door to the one we originally planned on. This was not a gentle breaking in to Nicaragua. Instead, we stayed in a crappy little room on a deserted street, and ate at an Irish Pub (yes, really). Then in the morning we hiked it to a mall through the sludge and trash that is Managua in order to get currency. It was about 90 degrees by ten am. We left Managua around noon and vowed not to go back except to change buses--a promise we kept.
So instead we headed to Granada, a colonial outpost for the Spanish and probably the most touristed spot in Nicaragua. Except for the brighter colors and Spanish language, a lot of it reminded us of New Orleans. When I have more photos, I'll post them--we took quite a few of Granada. In fact, the hammock photo is from the hostel there, called Hotel Oasis. We shared a room with two other Americans (random; we didn't know them but she wanted to know if we were willing to share for a few dollars more and the prospect of sharing a bathroom with only three others rather than ten, so we jumped in). The hotel was pretty nice, with hammocks arranged around a courtyard and free coffee all day long--brewed coffee, not instant. But this was the only place where we went "gringo." The place clearly catered to backpackers and although it was nice to hear some opinions on where to go and what to do, by the end of a couple nights we were tired of being kept up at night by persons who seemed to be on a tour of Central America only to meet others doing the same--not to actually meet people who lived in the country. The rest of our trip, we stayed in hostels run by Nicaraguans, usually by those living right in the hostel.
So that's a brief summation of what we DIDN'T do for much of our trip. Tomorrow I'll start going into detail about how we spent our days and nights...and then perhaps at the end I'll do a photo blog.
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