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The Buses of Doom

Day 80: Foz do Iguauzu, Brazil

Somedays it feels like no matter what, you`re going to get screwed in every way possible. Today was one of those days for sure. After making it through the border back into Brazil within 5 minutes, we waited for 2 hours in the blistering hot sun for the next border bus to come by. Even standing behind the rickety metal bus stop in the shade (where some human had decided to take a big shit a few days earlier…thanks buddy) the air was so hot it was hard to breathe. Read the rest of this entry »

Watery Death Cove and Walking the Plank

Day 30: San Juan del Sur, Nicarauga

It was a sunny, warm day with a light breeze. Just enough of a breeze to keep you from sweating. The dock was bustling with the last load of people and goods dis-boarding and rushing off the dock. We stood in a misshapen line, maybe at the front, or maybe somewhere toward the middle. Read the rest of this entry »

All this for an ATM

Day 26: Ometepe, Nicaragua

 

Perfect temperature this morning. Ate a ridiculously cheap breakfast here at Finca (French toast for $1.50 which is actually made with hot dog buns and, even more surprising, it’s pretty good!) before trekking down the hill to check out Balgue at the bottom of the hill. Read the rest of this entry »

The Tale of Good Karma and the Grey Bag

Day 23: Managua, Nicaragua

Not able to take care of our Brazilian visas here like we had planned so we decided to cut out this morning. In front of Metro Centro (the mall) there is a place for taxis to pull in and wait for passengers (it’s also a chicken bus stop) so we hoofed it over there and waited for an available taxi to take us to the UCA bus terminal where you can catch a bus or shuttle to pretty much anywhere. Read the rest of this entry »

Naked Electrocution, a Great Start to the Morning

Day 19: Flores, Guatemala

After a pretty awful, smelly bus ride we pulled into Santa Elena… at six in the morning… in the rain. Funny enough but the local market was already bustling, rain be damned! As soon as we got off the bus we were accosted by the usual hoard of yelling taxi drivers. We grabbed the first one and headed across the causeway into Flores (an island town in the middle of a lake). Read the rest of this entry »

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