|My mom, dad, and myself, before departing LAX at 5am-ish|
|The northern shore of Cuba.|
|Approaching Managua, Volcan Momotombo (I think) and it´s miniature island version, La Niña, looming in the distance|
|The peculiar, delicious, and ultimately stomach-unsettling first Nicaraguan meal|
I had my first meal last night at a neighborhood fritanga, Doña Pilar´s, which is an evening-only restaurant serving up tasty enchiladas and meats. I had juicy but salty carne asada cuts, the ¨enchilada¨, which was actually a fried tortilla housing rice and steamed pork (I think), and not the usual Mexican version we´re so used to in San Diego. I made the mistake of drinking a fruit juice with most likely non-purified ice, and it was a strange flavor and texture. They call it ¨naranja tamarindo¨, and it has the consistency of boba balls, but in juice form. The girl serving it took a hammer to a block of ice in less-than-sanitary conditions, leading to my stomach rebelling a few hours ago and lancing out my first meal of today. Following that, I went to a darkened bar and had a few shots of Nicaraguan Flor de Caña rum and a bottle of Coke, but did not end up engaging in any meaningful, intellectual conversation, unlike my experience in Argentina. Strike 1 for Managua.
|View from my hostel room.|
|Cold shower #1 of my journey. At least it´s not with a bucket!|
|Nearby street - complete with honking cars, risky pedestrians, and all manner of vehicles sharing the road.|
This morning I walked to a place called, ¨Licuado Ananda¨, which served me the plato del día, consisting of slightly curried rice, platano chips (which are delicious), a fried mystery patty of what I think was beans and other stuff, and a disgustingly bland mash-up of vegetables that has the texture and temperature of the version I upchucked.
Anyway, I wanted to go to San Carlos, which is a bumpy, gruelling 9 hour ride to the Southeastern jungled border with Costa Rica, but after realizing the bus terminal I had to go to is all the way across town, I´m instead going to Masaya, to peek into an active volcano crater. Not a bad alternative, I´d say.
All for now, more for later. Until then, this is Drew Peters.