Since this blog is oh-so-long and is going to include way more than anyone cares to hear, I plan on jumping around a bit when talking about my experiences here. So, backtracking a bit, this past weekend we were able to go traveling around the country a bit, and last Thursday we were lucky enough to be able to attend a once-in-a-lifetime event: the anniversary of the day of the Sandinista Revolution in the plaza. We were able to go to a few of the main cities and truly experience the culture here. For these visits we have been going with either Corey or Lara to get a feel of how to get around the country and I’d say we have really learned a lot. For instance, taxis are way different here than they are at home. They don’t all look the same and are often on the verge of collapsing and are running on empty. A few rules that I have come to take note of are 1. The taxi has to have a red and white license plate number that matches the number painted on the side 2. The older the driver the better and 3. Never get in a taxi without an inside light after dark. When the taxi approaches it isn’t quite as straightforward as they are in America. Instead of a running meter, you negotiate with the driver for a set price to the destination. Also, because I’m obviously foreign, drivers tend to charge exuberant prices so we always make sure to ask our home stay families what normal prices would be. However, if you survive that process, the fun continues. You usually take a taxi to the microbus station, which is basically just another name for sketchy-van station. Once you get out of the taxi, the sketchy-van drivers come at you like a raging pack of wild boar screaming “Venga, Venga, Venga!” or “Granada-Masaya, Granada-Masaya, Granada-Masaya!” From there you swim past the wild boars and find your way to a van with your destination on it. They payment is also kind of odd because you don’t pay before you get on, but rather about 20 minutes into the ride once they have you trapped at high speeds.
Peace and Love,