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  1. Daddy-YO's Avatar
    I am liking quarantine more all the time.
    Too much of the wrong kind of "reality" can cause most anyone to OD, to want to curl up in a corner with fantasy video and a bottle of FdC.

    On first settling into Nicaragua, watching a crime reporter on TV, they showed a dead man laying face down in the street in Managua who'd just been killed by punks robbing him. Showing the camara where he'd been knifed, the reported rolled the man by his shoulder and all his guts spilled out. For the doubting Tomas in the audience. No editing, raw TV. And no crime scene etiquette, as if it might get investigated.

    When we saw a man get knifed in the back near Jinotega's bus terminal, I just froze, stunned in disbelief. He was a big man carrying a slop bucket on his shoulder. The assailant had slipped a large stainless Bowie-style knife into the man's kidney a good 6". He cleaned the blade off after withdrawing it and walked away. The bucket fell immediately and as the man staggered across the road a crowd gathered and people started screaming. We were all speechless. We went to a coffee shop, saying nothing. That ended our sightseeing trip.
  2. el duende grande's Avatar
    So, one of the relatives is stuck in a bus. She was coming back from the far northern boonies when, as I understand it, a tree fell across the road and a car passed or swerved or something and killed a motorcyclist. Now she is stuck waiting for somebody to remove the tree and for the poilce to finish a fatal auto wreck investigation. I once got stuck for 2 hours waiting for the coroner etc. on a dark road in Tisey. At least with this woman somebody put a sheet over her body before the news arrived to take pictures. The 2 muchachos in Tisey lay there likes sacks of potatoes the whole time.

    Which also reminds me that in my time here as a mild-mannered hubilado, I have seen more people dead up close and personal, like their eyes, or eye sockets, staring up into space, than I did in a year in Vietnam.

    De ja vue all over again. A couple months ago we were going north on the Panam to Rosa Linda Nursery (2 thumbs up, incidentally) and a young woman was sprawled Raggedy Ann doll style in the opposite lane. Seems she had got off the bus with her baby in her arms and was crossing the street when they were hit by a speeding moto. She was dead instantly and the baby was transported to the hospital in serious condition. Speeding around stopped buses is a northern tradition. Anyway, the moto's passenger was dumped on the pavement but stuck around to ID the hit and run driver. I don't know, but I think the bus passengers helped convince him to stick around and cooperate with John Law.

    I am liking quarantine more all the time.
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