Missives From Central America: Day Five
On our last day in Leon, we took a ride out to the beach, got caught in some banking nonsense, and quickly solved a passport issue that would make the folks in Vietnam blush with envy.
It’s nearly five in the afternoon in central Leon, Nicaragua as I write this. The streets have been bustling all day with the normal car, donkey, and foot traffic that occurs here everyday of the year. It is hot. The colonial streets are narrow. The most noticeable automotive accessory based on the din of noise, is the horn of so many taxi cabs fighting…
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