Installment #1:
Welcome to destination Nicaragua. Our journey started out uneventful, first class tickets on Delta thanks only to frequent flier miles we had accumulated. Total for tickets $150/each. Salt Lake to Atlanta a quick stop over then on our way to Nicaragua. A slight delay then on our way.
We arrived at approx 10:45pm and quickly exited the plane and made our way through the customs area and into a little room that was about 10x10 grey and cold with a little man that spoke no English and continued to ask too many questions, all of which we answered with inquisitive looks and head nods. After a few stamps, exchanging paperwork and $14 we entered into Nicaragua with Gandaulf in tow, legal and now in search of our driver.The scene was a madhouse due to the late arrivals from the States. People clambering about some with signs that held people's names and destinations. After a half hour of searching and questions that fell on deaf ears we finally found our driver.
He hustled us and our backpacks off to his broken down taxi, hurried me and Gandaulf into the back seat and Chris sat up front. Off we went, disobeying every traffic signal and sign, heeding only to large trucks barreling down on us from the far lanes. Sitting in the back there were no handles on the windows and it was like swimming in a sea of noxious diesel fumes. By the time we got to the hotel my head was splitting and my stomach turning. The drive took about half an hour which was 30 minutes too long.
We arrived at approx 10:45pm and quickly exited the plane and made our way through the customs area and into a little room that was about 10x10 grey and cold with a little man that spoke no English and continued to ask too many questions, all of which we answered with inquisitive looks and head nods. After a few stamps, exchanging paperwork and $14 we entered into Nicaragua with Gandaulf in tow, legal and now in search of our driver.The scene was a madhouse due to the late arrivals from the States. People clambering about some with signs that held people's names and destinations. After a half hour of searching and questions that fell on deaf ears we finally found our driver.
He hustled us and our backpacks off to his broken down taxi, hurried me and Gandaulf into the back seat and Chris sat up front. Off we went, disobeying every traffic signal and sign, heeding only to large trucks barreling down on us from the far lanes. Sitting in the back there were no handles on the windows and it was like swimming in a sea of noxious diesel fumes. By the time we got to the hotel my head was splitting and my stomach turning. The drive took about half an hour which was 30 minutes too long.
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