The days in Leon never saw more action then lazy days sunbathing by the swimming pool. I went out for some more sightseeing in the town but there wasn’t very much to see, so the pool became my home for the four days I spent in that old town.
After Leon sat I my eyes on Granada, another Nicaraguan town, build by the Spanish conquistadors. But before I came that far stayed I one night at Laguna de Apoyo, a crater lake and Nicaragua’s lowest point. It was a very
View from the hostel at Laguna de Apoyo
relaxed place and it reminded me a lot about Lago de Coatepeque in El Salvador. But since Nicaragua is a bit more touristy then El Salvador wasn’t I the only one around this time. And I did have company all the way from Leon. I met an English guy (Justin, a professional photographer without a camera…) in Leon and we travelled together from Leon to Laguna de Apoyo and then to Granada. The day at Laguna de Apoyo isn’t much to write about. It was pretty, the service was slow (we waited more then one hour for our food at the local restaurant) and quite expensive by Nicaraguan standards.
Typical clean and empty tourist street in Granada
After the day at Laguna de Apoyo took we the bus to Granada, which I would describe like the little brother of Leon (since Leon is twice the size of Granada). They both comes from the same parents (the Spanish) and they have a history of fighting between them (which brothers haven’t?). Since I’m the little brother myself would I love to say that Granada is the nicer of the two, but that would be a lye. Granada is in many ways a prettier town (like me…) with clean streets and new paint on all the buildings. Unfortunately does it feel like the new paint somehow covered the charm that the big brother Leon have. Granada is also very tourist and have a more posh feeling to it (I don’t know who of my two brothers are most posh, but they can always have a fight about it…). So after a two hour walk in the city wasn’t there much els to do than go to the bar or watch some football (had no swimming pool at this hostel) and then move on again.
The place I moved on to is Isla de Ometepe, an island in Lago Nicaragua, which is formed by two volcanoes that are connected by a narrow land bridge. I only arrived here a few hours ago, so I haven’t made any plans yet. All I know is that I’ll climb one of the volcanoes and maybe try to cycle around one of them aswell.
That’s the latest report from the west. Over and out.
Det skall inte vara för skitigt, det skall inte vara för rent.
Hade man infört ordet lagom i alla språk så hade världen varit underbar.(Eller underbart tråkig??)
Pappa