Went back to the US for five days to bury my father's ashes, to set up an annuity with my university where I gave them a stupid amount of money and they'll give me $120 a month for the rest of my life, and to buy another camera because things there are about a third to a half cheaper than they'd be in the Sony Store in Managua. My older younger brother and I ended up eating most of our meals in Mexican restaurants, so some Spanish was spoken there. Kannapolis is still Kannapolis ...
First part of the morning was the usual Nicaraguan morning -- feed the adult fish in the three tanks, get the dog out, keep the dog from jumping all over little kids, get home, think about cleaning the house, go to breakfast across the street and get teased for the 400th or so time for pitching a fit about getting sugar in my coffee, eat breakfast, get a giant chocolate covered vanilla ice cream on a stick and eight rosquillas for Lola. Start looking at Facebook and other on-line forums, and the ...
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 ...
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