Today we traveled to Moyogalpa on Ometepe Island – all in all a great day, and even the little bumps were good for learning experiences.
We ate breakfast at the hostel – instant oatmeal and a can of fruit. My guts were unsettled, and I think Torre’s were too, possibly from out street meat the night before, although Matt was completely fine. Torre didn’t eat much, but I did have a full serving, chased with Imodium and a prayer for our long trip on a bus!
We walked to the town square and bought a wallet I’d seen before as well as a bracelet for our sponsor child, Fabiola, who we’ll be meeting in a week and a half, then we caught a cab to the bus station and were the last two seats on an express bus to Managua. This bus went so fast compared to the bus we rode to Leon. We were squished in the very back corner with Torre asleep across both our laps. Momotombo belched some steam/smoke as we passed along the highway, and between Latin music as our playlist (invaded as always in this country by Nicki Minaj’s song Anaconda – don’t google it) and our driver’s heavy foot we arrived in Managua in fantastic time.
The drive itself had beautiful scenery – lush green mountains in the distance that look like a cozy green blanket tossed in a heap with folds down all the hills. The sky was cloudless, and every so often we’d pass a horse or (herd of) cow(s) by the side of the road. I couldn’t see out the windshield, so I didn’t get too stressed passing trucks or cars, although there were some ridiculous scenarios with oncoming traffic and passing a long line of transport trucks/other buses when I simply had to put ourselves in God’s hands. Continue reading “Nicaragua Day 5: Ometepe Island”