Taxis are there at the arrival of the boat to wait for the customer. We negotiate the price and go up to make us drop to where we can take the bus to Granada. On site we are told that the bus had left and we are advised to take one who is preparing to leave and then another for Granada. The driver apparently did not intend to wait for us and time to unload our bags from the trunk of the taxi, he begins to start, we are forced to run and climb in through the back road. As often in Central America is a large bus yellow Blue Bird. To believe that all the old U.S. and Canadian bus stranded there. We install, the guy in charge of trying to charge as often happens, to extort us much more than the normal price the sellers a lot of things to eat before the ride and back down from behind at each stop A regular bus route what! It drops us at a crossroads where we expect the next bus to Granada, which was not long in coming. Granada, a colonial city, probably the most beautiful of Nicaragua welcomes us at the end of journ ed with a beautiful light tan on its buildings. We're immediately looking for the hotel Roxane, the famous hotel run by an Italian and his wife we talked the Germans on Isla Ometepe. Rox ane and Giovanni are there and they have rooms for free, without the mouse! Roxane announces an amount higher than that which had been the Germans and had our heads down she herself the price. Finally we take a room for us three, it overlooks a small courtyard where children play. Good atmosphere, free internet and apparently Giovanni is an outstanding cook for pasta anyway. The perfect place for three or four days in this quiet town that is not too large and in which there are many things to visit. For starters we order from Giovanni good beer and fresh pasta with gorgonzola. I try to speak a little Italian with Giovanni, but it is English that comes and as he speaks a mix of both languages is quite incomprehensible to others. I learn that it is installed in Nicaragua for eight years, he came to vacation and it is never repaired ti. The pasta arrived accompanied by a sweet smell of gorgonzola. They are delicious! It's been so long since we had not eaten anything so good as we savor one by one, ensuring they are well coated with sauce perfect and we redemandons! The fact remains that for a flat but we order it anyway and we share it. We finished the stock of gorgonzola but I am sure Giovanni has a personal stashed somewhere. We talk course of European Cup football match and Fance-Italy to be held the next day. We We hope to see you two hours to watch the game together.
After a hot night we'll see what looks like the city. The heat is overwhelming and we had trouble finding a place to have breakfast but the city look nice. We begin with a museum of anthropology, not outstanding but which gives us a glimpse of what we can see from the Mayan sites we'll see soon and at least it's cool. The time of the football match approach and we eat a piece quickly before reaching the hotel and Giovanni. When we arrived everything was quiet, the TV is off and not in Giovanni area. Bizarre. We turn on the TV and no match. What this story. Thereupon Giovanni arrives and asks us why we did not come watch the game with him! How? He began the match in 10 minutes! "Well no, it is finite and increasingly France lost." we answered it. And now I understand everything. When he was asked what time he started he told us "a las doce" and new
s was included "a las dos." On my tch was at noon and not two hours and the worst is that this is not the first time it happens to us verbally the difference is subtle and it has been had. At the same time if it was to see the French take a winnowing rouste and be not serious. So we decided to go take a nap, as the locals, the streets are empty at this hour, too hot. In addition Erik does not feel very good side stomach. Probably something he ate, the problem is we all three ate the same thing when Stan and I are crosses fingers. In the evening we test another dish Giovanni is definitely a good cook and it is our pleasure to eat a different dish the perennial chicken rice without sauce and fried bananas and especially a dish that has taste. We spend the evening talking with Giovanni half English, half in Italian while drinking beer, well, mostly Giovanni. The next morning it's my turn to have stomach problems and Erik does not get better at all, cons, Stan is in top form. We make an inventory of what we ate yesterday and the only thing that Erik and I have not eaten and Stan is a mirror, probably full of nasty bacteria. And that's how you greed punished. Stan finds himself with two balls that do not want to eat and who can not leave the toilet more than 100 meters! The day will be held under the banner of "lazy" and the fabulous project to make the boat visit a string of islands near dark waters of Lake Nicaragua. We do have the strength to drag her to the bus office to inform us on the bus to take us up to Copan in Honduras where he yad are Mayan ruins. No direct bus, we will spend the night in Tegucigalpa al the capital of Honduras. Erik decides to leave the next day. Stan we prefer to stay one more day and if my health would improve we could reach the islands. Before we return to the downtown, we visit a ruin of modern times and future archaeological and tourist site for generations Future: u abandoned hospital for ten years.
For our last evening together, Erik gives us a good meal in the pizzeria in the city. Granada is like a little Italy and it is therefore no lack of places to eat. We are now on deck to have a good time, inevitably vendors ragtag spend to sell souvenirs and things to nibble on an appetizer. And we choose what to eat. The little boy who sells them has such a talent to showcase the cupcakes that without a doubt his mom prepares, we buy him that our pizza is about to be served. The pizzas arrive, we continue discuss while drinking ... Obviously we remake the world talking about the problems of ecology of world order, energy waste which leads Erik to talk about his proje t home énergétiqueme
nt self. Very interesting but it would be a bit long and tedious to describe it. At this time two ottomans that U.S. we had crossed on Isla Ometepe and necessary link to our table, the conversation turns from edge to deadly dull, luckily dint of silence they finally realize that their place is elsewhere. In addition, unlike Erik, who made an effort not to talking too fast in his native language for us to understand, they make no effort and only Erik happened to decipher what they say. The conversation resumed its course as if they never existed and it is much better.
The next morning we bade farewell Erik telling us that if he changed his mind we expect to exit the bus in Tegucigalpa when we arrive tomorrow. Is still not restored, we make a quiet day. Giovanni seeing my weakness, I prepare a Risotto of the most famous to get over the stomach in place. In the afternoon we go through the box hairdresser where Stan tries to explain to the hairdresser that he would Psyko with a cup drawing support. The result is not so bad. There will even be entitled to a triple-pass shave with irrigation water of Cologne and a head massage to soothe all. Giovanni evening offered us to come and eat with him as his wife organized an evening of belly dancing. We have nothing else planned, so we go there and fortunately, since we are only spectators. It's our last night in Granada and Nicaragua, Honduras direction tomorrow.
After a hot night we'll see what looks like the city. The heat is overwhelming and we had trouble finding a place to have breakfast but the city look nice. We begin with a museum of anthropology, not outstanding but which gives us a glimpse of what we can see from the Mayan sites we'll see soon and at least it's cool. The time of the football match approach and we eat a piece quickly before reaching the hotel and Giovanni. When we arrived everything was quiet, the TV is off and not in Giovanni area. Bizarre. We turn on the TV and no match. What this story. Thereupon Giovanni arrives and asks us why we did not come watch the game with him! How? He began the match in 10 minutes! "Well no, it is finite and increasingly France lost." we answered it. And now I understand everything. When he was asked what time he started he told us "a las doce" and new
s was included "a las dos." On my tch was at noon and not two hours and the worst is that this is not the first time it happens to us verbally the difference is subtle and it has been had. At the same time if it was to see the French take a winnowing rouste and be not serious. So we decided to go take a nap, as the locals, the streets are empty at this hour, too hot. In addition Erik does not feel very good side stomach. Probably something he ate, the problem is we all three ate the same thing when Stan and I are crosses fingers. In the evening we test another dish Giovanni is definitely a good cook and it is our pleasure to eat a different dish the perennial chicken rice without sauce and fried bananas and especially a dish that has taste. We spend the evening talking with Giovanni half English, half in Italian while drinking beer, well, mostly Giovanni. The next morning it's my turn to have stomach problems and Erik does not get better at all, cons, Stan is in top form. We make an inventory of what we ate yesterday and the only thing that Erik and I have not eaten and Stan is a mirror, probably full of nasty bacteria. And that's how you greed punished. Stan finds himself with two balls that do not want to eat and who can not leave the toilet more than 100 meters! The day will be held under the banner of "lazy" and the fabulous project to make the boat visit a string of islands near dark waters of Lake Nicaragua. We do have the strength to drag her to the bus office to inform us on the bus to take us up to Copan in Honduras where he yad are Mayan ruins. No direct bus, we will spend the night in Tegucigalpa al the capital of Honduras. Erik decides to leave the next day. Stan we prefer to stay one more day and if my health would improve we could reach the islands. Before we return to the downtown, we visit a ruin of modern times and future archaeological and tourist site for generations Future: u abandoned hospital for ten years. For our last evening together, Erik gives us a good meal in the pizzeria in the city. Granada is like a little Italy and it is therefore no lack of places to eat. We are now on deck to have a good time, inevitably vendors ragtag spend to sell souvenirs and things to nibble on an appetizer. And we choose what to eat. The little boy who sells them has such a talent to showcase the cupcakes that without a doubt his mom prepares, we buy him that our pizza is about to be served. The pizzas arrive, we continue discuss while drinking ... Obviously we remake the world talking about the problems of ecology of world order, energy waste which leads Erik to talk about his proje t home énergétiqueme
nt self. Very interesting but it would be a bit long and tedious to describe it. At this time two ottomans that U.S. we had crossed on Isla Ometepe and necessary link to our table, the conversation turns from edge to deadly dull, luckily dint of silence they finally realize that their place is elsewhere. In addition, unlike Erik, who made an effort not to talking too fast in his native language for us to understand, they make no effort and only Erik happened to decipher what they say. The conversation resumed its course as if they never existed and it is much better. The next morning we bade farewell Erik telling us that if he changed his mind we expect to exit the bus in Tegucigalpa when we arrive tomorrow. Is still not restored, we make a quiet day. Giovanni seeing my weakness, I prepare a Risotto of the most famous to get over the stomach in place. In the afternoon we go through the box hairdresser where Stan tries to explain to the hairdresser that he would Psyko with a cup drawing support. The result is not so bad. There will even be entitled to a triple-pass shave with irrigation water of Cologne and a head massage to soothe all. Giovanni evening offered us to come and eat with him as his wife organized an evening of belly dancing. We have nothing else planned, so we go there and fortunately, since we are only spectators. It's our last night in Granada and Nicaragua, Honduras direction tomorrow.
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