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A few weeks ago was the day of San Lazaro, the patron saint of dogs. Reminders of this holy day came in the form of pyrotechnic rockets the past few mornings around 5 am or so. One morning there was even a band playing the standard Nicaraguan parade song “Cacophony.” Anyway, Liceth and I were ready and agreed to take our new pup “Goofy” to mass this morning to try and get him exorcized, I mean blessed, with rest of the Roman Catholic dogs here in our town.


Reaching the Cathedral, ...

The post the other day about loud porn in Granada jogged my memory about a funny incident one afternoon in MGA. A few buddies and I were hanging out in one of the better regarded brothels that are pretty commonplace throughout the city. As we were partaking of some of Nicaragua's finest, (uh, beverages) an obviously high ranking police officer entered with a small entourage. A murmur went through the crowd that "the Inspector" was here. The lights were raised a little and the volume of ...

Another morning on Little Corn had me heading out solo as the sun rose and in search of the wily barracuda for the restaurant. As I finished making my trolling set, getting the baits positioned just where I wanted behind the panga, I did a double take at a secluded cove I was passing. Sure enough something odd was on the beach. Laying parallel to the surf and upon the beach was a very large panga probably every bit of 30 feet long and sporting 3 very large outboard engines which turned out to be ...

There were some good things about my time on Little Corn. It had everything you'd expect a mile and half square tropical island to have. I mean if there was a poster child for tropical isles, this would be it. Gin clear water, over-fished reefs, coconuts, iguanas, a boa constrictor endemic to the islands, ever present trade winds, friendly natives, LOTS of lobster to eat (oh, the benefits of sleeping with the chef!).

I was dispatched one day to do a fishing trip to supply the restaurant ...

So, almost 10 years ago, me and the girlfriend of the moment were sitting around one day grumbling about about the Rat Race and were pretty much over it. It all seemed like such a farce and we truly felt, like I explain to Nicaraguan friends that ask about the US government vs their own government, that: in the US we get screwed with just a little more finesse. We were true ex-pats (not extended vacationers) still living in enemy territory. We picked up the latest issue of The Caretakers Gazette ...