It's funny, but I so rarely get people saying "I'm no sure" when asked for directions. They all want to point in the same general direction, but so often they just simply don't know, exactly.
It's not particular to this trip, or these countries of course. I've found this in almost everyplace I have ever visited.
We rode a long day though some nice countryside to reach the town of Granada. We stopped about 4 PM to don our rain gear in preparation for the thunderheads we could see building to the South.
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We did not want to stay in the capital city of Managua, but instead were loking for the old colnial city of Granada, which sits on the shores of Lago Nicaragua.
The rain started, not 15 minutes after we donned our gear, but then let up after about 20 minutes of further riding. Not bad.
Another hour of riding and we finally saw the signs for Granada. Less than 2 kms to the city centre however, where all the hotels and hostels are, the rain came back. With a vengenace.
Within a minute of starting, it was coming down in torrential sheets. Thank goodness for my First Gear Kilimanjaro jack, Frogg Toggs pants and H-D rain gaiters.
We're safely lodegd in the Case de Alto hotel. Very large clean rooms, with AC, hot water, secure covered parking and, a strong free wifi signal. All for (980 Cordobas - $45 US) per night.
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After a bit of freshening up we hit the town looking for a New Years' Party to crash. We dined at an over-priced hotel with horrid, almost unidentifiable food, accompanied by some crazy karaoke.
We ended the night at a popular salsa joint, and I wish I could say I was throwing down the new "New York on 2" steps I learned back in Antigua ...
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