Trip to Nicaragua

So we jumped in the old vw bus the boys had and started aiming to Nicaragua via Honduras. On the road we had to fill air to one of the tyres and the guy in a petrol station blasted it with too much pressure. It took quite a while to get them to pay us a new tyre, but finally they did. In the beginning they blamed us for the accident, because we had let the worker to fill the tyre. Here in Central-America it feels that many locals try to fool gringos as much as possible and apparently they succeed too. You can see the influence of turists from USA, unfortunately. The police stopped us couple of times before the border, propably because Alex was travelling on the roof.

It was exciting to cross the border to Honduras, as the country is pretty unstable nowadays, with coup d´état going on. We didn´t even know if the borders were closed. Everything went fine. The whole way through Honduras had a police check-up almost every 10 km. It took time and patience but they always let us go in the end. 

First stop in Nicaragua was Chinandega. Money, gasoline and food. There´s not much to tell about it except that the pancakes, filled with cheese, we ate there were so delicious. After dinner we tried to buy the rest of them for take away but a local girl got first. Evenly we divide one for us five people. Ever since we have been trying to search for a kind experience of pancake flavor but haven´t found that yet.  

The aim was to get to the coast, Las Penitas, by that evening but getting a bit lost in Leon, home town of Ruben Dario,  led us to the meeting  of Sandinist party. 30 years had passed since the revolution and they were preparing for next days parade by looking film strips and photos from the years of action. Warmly they welcomed us among them. The event was interesting but one by one we dropped to the ocean of dreams. It was time to move on, still aiming to the beach. 

Well, when we were packing ourselves into the van one local dude made a quick visit to say goodbye and snatch a small video camera of the boys´. Shit! Others were too sleepy to react

and Tommi was stuck with the front door so the bad man got away. Alex ran after him but he was gone. Luckily the people around us recognized him as Camilo, known neighborhood thief, and the police shack was just around the corner. How stupid thief can you be?  The cops went with their moto and machine guns for the search, Alex and Mika hung around with he cops and the rest of us fell asleep in the van. By dawn the old mother of Camilo came with the camera apologizing her sons bad behavior. After breakfast we were on the move again.