A pretty ordinary days travel on our way back to Popoyo had us ready to lose it. Add:
- 1 x non-air-conditioned mini bus to Managua sitting next to a funky smelling old lady
- 25 x Nica touts mobbing us at the bus station as they tried to drag us onto different buses to Rivas
- 1 x fuckwit taxi driver who spent the trip from Rivas to Popoyo drinking longnecks getting progressively shit. Halfway to Popoyo and in the pouring rain, Senor fuckstain realises his poor excuse for a taxi can’t cross water rushing across the road. We ended up flagging down a 4WD to take us the remaining 30km, but not before Shitbrick demands twice the agreed amount, going loco and trying to drive off with our bags until we paid him. Close to throwing a punch, we paid the rat telling not to worry about getting any business from Popoyo for a while.
The only plus to this day was getting treated to hotdoggs from the Rivas hotdog lady. So meticulous in the development, its like watching pieces of art take form. And damn did they taste good.
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