Category Archives: Transport

Stranded in the Middle of Nowhere at Sunset

Upon getting on the flashy school bus –yes, you’re looking at an old US school bus fancily painted- I specifically confirmed with the driver and the conductor that the bus was bound for Matagalpa.

After leaving León and very mildly ascending upward, I noticed that the scenery had become splendid. Mountains and volcanoes loomed in the distance. It was tough for me to make out as the bus’ windows were tinted. This made it impossible to see in from the outside, and oddly obscured the view from the inside as well.

Getting to Know the Managua Taxi Scene

Almost all of the taxi drivers I’ve come across so far have been super nice, and have absolutely loved talking to me about the their relatives in the United States, my travels, Nicaragua, and their beloved city of Managua.

In just a day and a half, I feel that I’ve become a pro at haggling with these men. The one slight mistake I’ve made only cost me about US $.50 more than I should have paid; so, I’m very happy with my street negotiation skills so far.

A Feeling of Disparity

Upon strolling around a sultry Managua, a city not conducive to walking, I found people apathetic and indifferent to me. Nobody seemed to be too interested in conversing.

Upon returning to my hostel, hotel or inn, (I’m not sure what you call it), and telling a couple of people that I’d just drifted around aimlessly, I was told that I was brave.  I didn’t walk along any strange looking side streets, so I didn’t feel that I was being all that courageous. Regardless, this is a driving city that is much more safely explored in a taxi, especially at night.

The Demise of an Itching Lull and Two Other Surprises

After reaching Florida, my irritating, dry and itchy skin from the harsh northern winter so pleasantly found its way off of me. Heading due south, much closer to the equator than I’ve been in a long time, I couldn’t imagine that there would be more itching.

Spirit Air is an amazing value. Their slogan is: The first airline to provide ultra-low fares in the Americas.

12 Things to do on a Long Distance Amtrak Train

I’m Somewhere in North Carolina: I’ve recently boarded an Amtrak train in Richmond, VA.  I’ll be on this train for about 17 hours; so, I’ll need to perform as many different tasks as possible to not be in a hurry to reach my destination.  Instead of being in a rush, I’ll work on focusing only on the task at hand, and not my arrival time.  I’ll be engaging in the following activities for this ride:

Family Guy for a Day

 We drove along a dark, poorly visible, two-lane highway that was separated only by a dim white line. Black ice caused us to skid once, while I, the passenger, was without a functional seat belt. Deep down inside, for a split second, I was in a freakish state of shock. Due to my old chum commuting close to three hours round trip to Richmond daily, he’s a seasoned driver who handled the skid just right.   But I still thought:  Dude, come on, get that seat belt fixed huh.

Let the Drifting Begin

I’m sitting on a bus in southern New Jersey, en route to D.C., the nation’s capital, where I’ve never been. This is a bit ironic as the U.S. is the country where I hold my only citizenship.  D.C. will be a first for me, even if I’ve only got a meager two-hour layover before I’m scheduled to hop on another bus for Richmond, where an old college chum from the north, who has recently relocated to VA, will meet and drive me back to his family’s abode, somewhere in the middle of VA, where the wild country is probably beautiful.

Packing Light

Are you pondering upon what to pack?  Well, if you’re a backpacker and plan to be forced into roughing it unexpectedly now and then, packing light could prove to be a godsend.

It’s often that we witness backpackers with huge packs gnawing into their spines, while they perspire profusely, slowly moping up a mild incline feeling like they want to collapse.  Drifting or vagabonding ought not to be reminiscent of military boot camp.