Granada and Leon in Nicaragua, and Antigua in Guatemala

Hello everyone! I am in Guatemala, in beautiful Antigua. I’ll tell you the last days.
Me and Eva stayed in Granada four days, including one to Lake Apoyo, formed inside a volcano. After we went to Leon for a couple of days and finally in a place on the sea, Pochomil, near Managua. A strange place, with a gray and threatening sea. Also, being low season, me and Eva were literally the only two tourists. In Managua we stayed only one day, to take the buses, I to El Salvador, she to Costa Rica.
I passed through El Salvador, stopping just a day in the capital, San Salvador, not much to tell. And now here in Antigua, Guatemala.
So, after Aparicio, even Eva left, and now I’m alone. But basically there is no problem, Dekaro wanders the world alone, doesn’t need someone next to him.

Ok, let’s see the photos now…

The Cathedral of Granada. Granada, founded in 1524, is probably the oldest European city in America. Since then, however, has been destroyed many times.

 

A funeral carts through the streets of Granada. Sooner or later… also us.

 

Bus station in Masaya.

 

Bus.

 

Yellow bus under the blue sky.

 

Woman.

 

A street of Leon, eternal rival of Granada, the first liberal, the other conservative. Depending on the political power, the capital passed from one to another until, finally, Managua was chosen to end the dispute.

 

Little boy in Leon.

 

Sandino, the national hero from which are named the Sandinistas. He was active in the ’30s against the continual invasions of the U.S. Marines. He was treacherously murdered at a government dinner to which was invited. About the colors of his flag he said: “It’s red on black. Black is the death. Red is the resurrection.”

 

A motorcycle with the license plate of the FSLN (Sandinista National Liberation Front), now a normal party in power. It was the main architect of the revolution in 1979 that finally got rid of the Somoza dynasty, ruthless and corrupt dictators supported, of course, by the United States.
The revolution gave birth to one of the greatest social achievements of humanity. The country in ruins reconstituited in a few years. Illiteracy dropped from more than 50% to 13%, land reform redistributed the wealth and gave work most of the unemployed. Health care was free for all etc… etc…but this was obviously unacceptable to the United States who created, trained and financed the Contras, terrorists groups whose sole purpose was to sabotage the Sandinista revolution. The atrocities of the Contras are unspeakable. The tortures before killing defenseless people were the norm. The country plunged into civil war which caused over 50,000 civilian casualties in a country of only 5 million inhabitants. Compared to which the victims of the attacks of September 11 are as a drop in the ocean. But of course, being Nicaraguans dead and not U.S. no one has written that it was the “most heinous crime that the humanity witnessed”, “the return of the era of barbarism,” or something similar. No, indeed in the history books the support to the contras is passed as something necessary to save democracy and freedom from the red menace. In addition of course to avoid the Sandinista army marching to the U.S. (I’m not raving, it was said!).

 

Girls passing among the workers.

 

Antigua in Guatemala. In the background, as always, a volcano.

 

Photo exhibition in front of the facade of a church.

 

The first night in Antigua I met two nice girls: Rita and Sara.

 

Cultural differences of attitude in front of the camera.

 

Always Antigua.

 

A crossroads.

 

An now go, Don Dekaro dismisses you. And remember to click on the “I like”, otherwise it could be dangerous …

Monteverde and Arenal in Costarica, San Juan, Ometepe island and Granada in Nicaragua

Hi guys! Sorry for the delay, I didn’t have time to translate from Italian the last post until now.
From Monteverde in Costa Rica, Aparicio went to Nicaragua, meanwhile I went to La Fortuna, a village near a lake dominated by the volcano Arenal.
There I went hiking on the volcano, walked into the dark forest in search of the typical Costa Rican frog (after photos) and swam in a hot river at night in the middle of a forest lit only from time to time by our torches, which created a disco effect. Meanwhile the guide prepared cocktails. In the water vapor, appeared and disappeared Scandinavian girls bathing joyful, as wood nymphs, and I assure you that I hadn’t licked the Costa Rican frog (again, after photos).
A couple of days after I did the rafting, of which I can now call myself a veteran with experiences in the Himalayas Nepal and Uganda, in the heart of Africa. This rafting in Nicaragua was not very difficult, although at one point a couple of guys on our boat fell, but the scenery was spectacular with a wild forest that descended to the river winding overhang.
So I completed a sort of circle, returning to San Jose where I met again Eva and togheter we went to San Juan del Sur in Nicaragua where there was Aparicio. Along the way a German guy joined us and we went to the magical island of Ometepe, in the middle of Lake Nicaragua, with two volcanoes, one active. After, Aparicio returned to Brazil, I and Eve went to Granada, and the German guy vanished into thin air. No, I haven’t sacrificed him into the volcano of Ometepe to get the help from Gods before the football game Italy-Germany. These are just rumors.
Now I’m in Antigua, Guatemala, but I will tell about my last week next time.

 

The Arenal volcano in La Fortuna, Costa Rica.

 

The most typical of Costarican frogs.

 

We found it thanks to the guide, wenting down from the volcano when it was already dark, following its croaking.

 

My little frog, give me just a kiss… after I’ll see you as a princess!

 

The view of the lake from the Arenal volcano.

 

The rafting in Costa Rica, on a stretch of about 10 km of the river Balsa. Pretty simple compared to that for example in Uganda (fotostory here).Or maybe it didn’t seem that difficult to me because by now going down the rapids it’s like walking on an English park on a warm summer evening.
“Eeeeeehhhhh…”

 

Rafting.

 

In Nicaragua, San Juan del Sur.

 

We arrived in San Juan del Sur on June 24, just in time for the feast of the patron saint of the city, and also mine, the good St. John. A very alcoholic celebration, occasionally I don’t disdain to become a Christian. Though, as you see, someone went too far. That’s not the way to celebrate my saint, I’ll send an official protest to the Vatican, as well as pointing out that it would be time to catch up with the times and rename it the feast of St. Dekaro. Martyr, I might add.

 

Football on the beach of San Juan del Sur.

 

This gentleman was particular. After the photo he asked me the friendship on facebook, email etc … He said works on Interpol and was in the revolution. Although it seems to me more as a Contra.

 

Unbelievable this monkey spoked: “Dekà what are you doing down there, come back on the trees!” Eheheh, fun, but from now on I will not accept these ironies on my own blog.

 

Welcome to Ometepe. Fun assured.

 

On the bus.

 

In the bus mirror.

 

On the island of Ometepe. In the background, one volcano.

 

The spectacular view of volcano Conception, from the other volcano, Madras, reached by horse riding.

 

The volcano Conception.

 

“Italia desnuda a Alenania y va a la final”. Throughout all the world the ridiculousness of the Germans is equal only to the glory of Italy.

 

Market in Granada.

 

The active Masaya volcano.

 

Mirror, Masaya coash station.