Jamen hey, saa skal jeg da ogsaa fortaelle hvad jeg gaar og laver!

Efter brigadens afslutning 14. maj, blev det til en lille rundrejse i Nicaragua, paa mere eller mindre egen haand. Foerst blev det til et par dage tilbage i landsbyen El Tigre sammen med fire andre nu eks-brigardister. Paa turen tilbage tog vi paa canopy – svaevebane i bjergene, og derefter gik turen til laegen i Managua, med et haevet oeje og et braend-roedt og braend-varmt hoejre side af ansigtet som jeg havde faaet mig under det korte landsbyophold. Derpaa gik turen til Matagalpa, saa Esteli og saa et smut til Leon. Fra Leon tog jeg til Managua for at moede Carmen, en rigtig soed nicaraguansk dame, men hun kunne ikke moedes alligevel, fandt jeg ud af da jeg endelig var kommet frem. Fedt… Naeste dag ville jeg tage til laegen igen for at faa resultater paa blod- og urinproeve jeg havde faaet lavet sidst jeg besoegte ham, men han var paa konference og havde derfor ikke konsultation. Nnngg…! Jeg har faat resultaterne, men de tal kan jeg sgu ikke tyde selv. Lad os haabe jeg har det godt! Slap af, taenkte jeg, og tog saa bussen til Granada i troen om at det var der jeg skulle staa af for at komme til Laguna de Apoyo, en stor soe som ligger i krateret af en for laengst udslukt vulkan. Det viste sig selvfoelgelig jeg bare skulle vaere blevet siddende i bussen, fandt jeg ud af efter at vaere staaet af. Aarh ha da! Men til Laguna de Apoyo kom jeg, og blev sat af ved Monkey Hut Hostel. Her var ingen ledige senge, saa jeg bevaegede mig traet ud til en netop ankommet taxa, og hvem ser jeg staa ud: to veninder til en af de andre brigardister, som havde besoegt os i Esteli!! De sku sgu bo der (ja, de havde vaeret kloge nok til at lave reservationer xD ). Op i taxaen igen, koere frem og tilbage i jagten paa et hostel, hvorefter jeg ender lige ved siden af Monkey Hut paa Paradiso: billigere end Monkey Hut, samme tilbud om gratis kayak m.m., lige ned til vandet, OG: styret af to franske maend fra Toulouse, den samme by som min mor er foedt i. Haha… Saa er verden heller ikke stoerre! 🙂 I dag vil jeg nyde solen og soeen, og i eftermiddag kommer min ven Techy fra Esteli og slapper af sammen med mig. I morgen tidlig gaar turen til Managua, hvorfra jeg skal flyve til san Fransisco kl 12.12.
Pas godt paa jer selv allesammen!! 🙂

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10 mostly asked questions:

¿Cómo te llamas? ¿Cuál es su nombre?     Two ways of saying: What’s your name?

¿Y cuál es tu apellido? ¿Y el otro?     What’s your last name? And the other one? Since almost all Nicaraguans have two last names, one of their mother and one of their father, the second question is a natural follower of the first one

¿De dónde eres?     Where are you from?

¿Qué haces aquí?     What are you doing here?

¿Te gusta Nicaragua? ¿Cómo le parece Nicaragua?     Do you like Nicaragua? What do you think of Nicaragua?

¿Cuánto tiempo vas a estar aquí?     How long will you be staying here?

¿Tienes hermanos? ¿Solo uno?     Do you have siblings? The second question is a natural follower really, I haven’t met any families with two kids or less!

¿Cuál es tu religion/iglesia? ¿Crees en Dios?*     What is your religion/which church do you belong to? Do you believe in God?

¿Estas casada? ¿Tienes esposo?**     Are you married? Do you have a husband?

¿Tienes novio? ¿Y porqué no?**     Do you have a boyfriend? ¿And why not? (I have been asking myself the same question for quite some time!)

 

The cronological order of how the questions are asked depend of the place/city in which you are. In the village of El Tigre for example, * will usually be asked before **, but here in Estelí it is definately the opposite!

The other day when I was walking from my house to down town, a guy comes by on his bicycle, slows down till he is right at my level and starts talking to me. He did have the curtesy to ask me my name first, and then he threw the it: “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a boyfriend?” “No.” “Can I have your phone number?” And being to shy to turn him down, I say: “Well, I don’t have a Nicaraguan phone.” “Can you give me directions to your house then?” What do you think stupid??! “I want to come by and win your heart” he said. Well, that ain’t the way of doing it baby!

It might seem as a very agressive response to such a “nice” man, but no. Girls, after staying here for just a week you would know! Walking down the street, no matter time of day, sun or rain, or if you are walking with other guys, Danish or Nicaraguan, men sitting on a bench will shout at you: “Chela chela! Que lindisima!” “Ay la bonita!”. Men walking by you in opposite direction will use the few English words they know: “I love you!” Men driving by on motorcycles or trucks, with wife and kids sitting beside them even, will honk at you and very obviously looking at you from toes to face – if they get that far!!

The first week in Managua it was a little fun to get all that attention. After a while you would start ignoring them, naively thinking that they would stop. And coming to Estelí, the WORST city of all, you are just about going crazy!!!

Jeeez guys, that is NOT the way of hooking up with a girl!