After a busy morning of vaccinations we rushed back to the house where Nicole proceeded to take the fastest shower in recorded history, we threw some things together, and we hustled in down to the "highway" to catch our bus into León. We were headed to the beach.
Buses in Nicaragua are almost always the old bluebird school buses. Total throwback. PS: this is our highway.
The bus came surprisingly close to on time, and we even got seats! The ride was amazing! We battled dust that came from all directions. If we slowed down, it caught up with us. If we turned, it would come in. If we sped up, it came in. We quickly learned to time our breathing and eye opening with all these movements. Additionally, the bus was outfitted with a sweet sound system that was blasting the latest hot Latino hits, complete with a tv mounted over the rear view mirror that played the corresponding music video featuring mostly bikinis and cartoon characters.
We jump out in downtown León, where we are advised to hop into a nearby jerry-rigged microbus out of a pickup truck, which took us on a whirlwind tour of the city, before depositing us at yet a third bus, which we hop into, and discover we have some time until it leaves. Nicole's fruit-dar went off, and she bought some clementines at a nearby market. My carb-dar went off and I bought some scrumptious pastries from a woman selling them right on the bus. Gotta love those impromptu lunches!
Nicole in her natural habitat.
Bus trip number 3 was the least eventful, but it was nice seeing another part of the country on our way down to Poneloya Beach. Thankfully some good Samaritans told us where to get off and we ended up right in front of our hotel. Door-to-door: $1.05 per person.
Coming home wasn't nearly as romantic. We joined the throngs of day-tripping locals who were ALSO headed home from the beach, and it seemed as if we were all taking the same bus. And there were so many cars parked on the sides of the road that the bus couldn't follow it's normal route, and we detoured along some tiny dirt roads, picking people up all along the way...
We were squished. Things were fine until a guy squished up against me started grinding heavily on my left hip. But in his defense, he was drunk, and the bus was playing some awesome Reggaeton.
After another fruit pit stop, Nicole and I pampered ourselves and took a taxi home.
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