In Transit

The fountain in San Jose where two of the walking streets meet.

The flap and I made it to San Jose yesterday, but not in time to catch a bus to Grenada.  The plan is to head up to Grenada and spend the night there.  There are elections in contention in Nicaragua, and in the capital, Managua, there have been some violent clashes between supporters of the incumbent president and the possible new one.  So we'll head up to Granada, which is not so far north as Managua, get a feel there for how things might be farther north... then decide whether to steer towards the beach or check out Managua.  As for me, I really want to go to Managua.

I like travelling with the flap... we maybe have a meal or something, then break off and do our own thing, or whatever.  Last night he went out on his own... whoever the Costa Rican equivalent of Montezuma is has been having his revenge on me, so I stayed in and I think slept it off.  Good thing, because I'm about to be on a bus for seven hours.

Comments

[Oolong]

Whenever you talk about San Jose I think of the Dionne Warwick song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gsUuZMpXHk