Category Archives: Nicaragua

Biking Along a Stretch of Ometepe

Although parts of the roads are paved, many stretches possess a whole slew of varied dirt and rocky terrain.

It’s possible to rent a horse, moped, motorbike, personal driver, or bicycle. I opted for the latter.

Coping With Clamor

While sitting at my latest workstation at the Landing Hotel in Moyogalpa, the first tiny town where the ferry arrives on the island of Ometepe, the notion of chaotic noise popped into my mind, literally.

My original goal for this work session was to find a better theme for my earth drifting endeavor. Instead, the idea of noise pollution has consumed my thoughts. Here in Nicaragua, and this is true in other parts of Latin America, there seems to be no concept of noise being a contaminant.

Drifting around Granada: A Photo Essay

Like León, Granada provides a virtual utopia for photographers, even amateur ones like myself.  Here are the Granada photos that I liked the best:

Feel free to click on these large thumbnails to provide yourself with an enhanced visual introspection.

Working and Wandering

For a few days now, I feel that I’ve found some equilibrium.

The hostel I’m staying in, The Bearded Monkey, includes wireless Internet and provides great tables for working, along with plenty of outlets.

There are hammocks for reading and napping, which is especially nice in the afternoon when the sun’s natural sauna kicks into high gear.

A Museum for an Aphrodisiac

Like most Europeans and the majority of people from the American continent, I immensely enjoy chocolate; but it goes beyond that.  I’m actually a chocolate fiend.  It’s so bad that I have a rule, I don’t buy it.  Or, I buy only a small amount, because I always eat what I have.  I can’t stop if it’s there; thus, for me, this small amount is important, as chocolate has beneficial properties when consumed in moderation.

Upon walking along the outskirts of the city center of Granada again, I saw a chocolate museum right in front of me.  I’d never visited a museum such as this so I absolutely had to go in.

Finding Equilibrium

Upon traveling in the north of the country, where few foreigners exist, I found myself immersed in Spanish. My original idea of virtual total immersion was not as easy as I’d thought it would be.  My objective was to adapt a ‘When in Rome’ philosophy. I would eat, drink and live the local culture, and even make an effort to speak like a local.  But over a short time, I realized that this would be close to impossible.

Coffee Connoisseurs Take Heed

I thought that it would be easy to find a bus going north, to take me 12km to one of a bunch of coffee plantations that exist in the region. Someone recommended a particular one to me. It seemed that it would be easy to find the bus to get there, but it wasn’t.  After walking for a couple of kilometers, and ending up on a road with no sidewalks, I flagged a cab to take me to the bus stop that I had finally gotten so close to.

A Fear of Dengue

Upon arriving in a tropical city in the middle of the night and being bitten alive by mosquitoes in the place that I’d corresponded with the day before about having a private room ready for me at 2am, a room that I’d paid for via paypal, I barely thought anything about the potential of coming down with Dengue, or Malaria for that matter.

The lady who I woke up after the taxi man dropped me off didn’t know anything about the private room or even me showing up for that matter. She didn’t have a key to a private room so I had no choice but to try to sleep in a musty, mosquito infested dorm room.

For as long as I can remember, mosquitoes have always loved chomping into my delectable blood. Regardless, I’d completely spaced on bringing bug spray to this place that sits in the heart of the tropics. This is because I was wrapping up infinite logistics.

A Personalized Tour of a Dairy Farm

A few days ago, at the very friendly and comfortable Hostal El Rey, I met the son-in-law of the Nicaraguan owners, a very relaxed, yet ultra-industrious former Manhattanite named Leo Castro.  He was one of those fortunate souls who  grew up bilingual and bicultural. Because he lived most of his childhood in the US, he’s slightly more of a gringo than a Nicaraguan.

A Stroll Through a Barrio and Beyond

It was midday when I decided to take a random stroll upward, into the hills of Matagalpa, to explore potential photo taking opportunities.  Never in my life have I been such a photo enthusiast, such a camera carrying addict.  The great picture I was searching for wouldn’t transpire, but something else did.