Like I did in Costa Rica, the thing to do in Nicaragua seems to be
departure from the capital ASAP. We achieve this today, but not
before a diesel-breathing bike ride, my groovy improvised PVC luggage
rack snapping, a bus ride so crowded as to include over a dozen
standing-in-the-school-bus-aisles passengers, and a multi-hour cab
ride in a Subaru.
That said, we get to Hospedad Elizabeth in San Juan del Sur, our bikes and bodies relatively intact. Some food, Toņas, and Victorias (the local cervezas) later and I´, almost reexamining my rejection of the net gains to society. With my sweating hot room, not quite:)