Granada 05/27 - 05/31/2014

 

It’s a bad feeling when you after traveling ten months suddenly realize, that you’re running out of time. Actually, I would like to have visited the Isla de Ometepe, but that would mean stress - and especially if I have not much time left, I want to have it cozy. So my last station in Nicaragua will be Granada.

When I enter the Hostel Oasis, I am confused. A déjà vu.
 

And as in the Lazybones there is also a pool in the back.
 
 
I treat myself once again a single room. If it were as wide as high, I had a palace.
 

Not only the hostel; the whole city is strongly reminiscent of Leon.
 

Not only in terms of the colorful and partly with market stalls decorated streets , ...
 

 (the also not unusual extreme variant)
 

... but also regarding the impressive buildings.
 

This church I even enter, ...
 

... because you can climb up the tower ...
 

... and admire the view over the city.
 
 

But when the master starts the glockenspiel, It’s enough for me.
 

The traffic is dominated here by taxi as well.
 

However, they must share some streets with these fellows.
 

Found throughout Nicaragua: the good old rocking chair, often in front of the house.
 

If you want to build your own hammock: that’s how it works.
 

Granada even has a train station.
 

And a train. Both out of work. Railway somehow doesn’t run in America.
 

March for AIDS victims.
 

So far everything is normal" - what sucks is, ...
 

... that they take school classes as (quasi only!) participants.
 

This is not a planned transition - I was just on the way to the cemetery.
 

As so often they have it better here than many in their lifetime.
 
 

The cheap seats.
 

In the supermarket they make much effort for the placement of the goods, too.
 

Unfortunately, also applies to Granada: please add 10% service charge to the invoice. Adios.
 

I'd rather do a 24-hour trip to paradise.
 

Hostel Paradiso at the Laguna de Apoyo.
 

Although the Dorm is more reminiscent of a prison cell, ...
 

... the view from there is quiet impressive.
 

The Volleyball Court, however, is once again a laughing stock.
 

This is literally true when two Texans try to find a ball.
 

After that recovery is back in fashion.
 

But not for long. The kayaks are waiting.
 

I think I gonna go to the kayak hell. Hardly a commandment that I do not break.
 

Kayaking is in fact dangerous, as you can see here. Good that he just can slow down.
 

In this bar I have eaten the best damn steak for a very long time. (400g - $ 8 including sides)
 

The TV room is not quite as brilliant, but who wants to watch TV in paradise?

It’s much more fun to defeat a Frenchman in his national sport.
 

No lie, an original game situation.
 

The view at breakfast is also quiet nice. (Yes, I know that it’s always the same. So what?)
 

For complaining the same again.
 

I go back to Granada – on the Nicaraguan mothers day.
 
As I said - time is running out. Therefore I book a bus that goes almost directly to  Panama City – only with a switch in San Jose (Costa Rica). Costa Rica anyway is too expensive, I heard.
 

Data Protection Officers would be happy. The passports are collected at the border, opened later and each one’s called loudly.
 

They are also happy because a few guys wanted to smuggle beer on the bus.
 

This panorama we then enjoy about three hours, ...
 

... because our bus strikes. But a little time is besides my hurry still left.