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SWEET AND SOUR

Unfortunately, things do not always go as desired ... We could not reach the Guatemala today. We are currently in a small restaurant in Santa Rosa near Gracias. Moreover, we were a bit lost in Gracias and whenever we asked the way, we said: Para ir Gracias, por favor ... Gracias! Hahaha!

In the restaurant where we eat now it has WIFI and PO was quick to see the results Canadians and he is overjoyed. We may be cut short our trip to be there when the cut will be in Montreal! Hahaha!

To cross the customs this morning, we took an hour and a quarter, which is relatively good. However, it cost us over $ 50, which is exorbitant. During the first hour drive, we encountered more than a dozen police stops, but without any particular problem. Subsequently, we ventured into the small country roads rather elementary and very twisty. Nature, the scenery was awe- breath. Especially towards the end of the day, we drove into the clouds and all around us there were only mountains.

You are reassured, Honduras is not so bad!!

We start looking for a place to sleep ... Tomorrow Guatemala ???:-)

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back to Las Peñitas, Christmas is left in Quebec but we meet Diane and John, who offer us their hospitality for 2 nights. PO dreamed of returning to eat a carne a la plancha in the Big Bertha (the restaurant where we had been the first time with the gang in Quebec: see previous post), so we're back in their company.

We enjoy the sea only when we went to eat a hamburger at Ola azul , otherwise we rested at the edge of the pool.

Unfortunately, it was green and I was mauve I could not pitch inside. The second night we released a secret envelope, an envelope of poutine sauce St-Hubert. Miammmm So we shared a dinner typical Quebec and we were able to introduce Alex (who lives in a nica Diane and John) to Poutine. He moreover said that he liked??

far as one could travel the highways and live by their green vegetation, as in Nicaragua, for the most part we traveled, everything is dry. It becomes often disconcerting to see so much poverty, people living in houses with plastic or metal and have probably not all easy access to water and electricity.

In our journey to reach the border ordurienne (Honduras), we have seen many industries (coffee, rice and tobacco). Without much we linger, we could see huge plantations and feel their glow. I will never be the same image when I'll cook the rice in the future.

La saison des pluies arrive bientôt et ça se sent. La chaleur est vraiment intense. On a l’impression que des vapeurs émanent du sol tellement l’air est lourd. Quand on a la chance de prendre des routes qui surplombent les montagnes, on sort nos mains par la fenêtre et on se dit tout joyeux : Tu sens comme l’air est frais!

Arrivés à Octocal, à 45 minutes de la frontière, nous recherchons ardemment une place pour dormir. Le premier hôtel nous charge 10$ pour dormir dans un garage. Sans brise, ce n’est pas un bon plan pour nous. Ensuite nous demandons, nous nous renseignons… The bomberos (firefighters), let us sleep in their parking lots for $ 1, but must admit they have a little shady cat burglar. So we see the hotel la frontera . Glad to see a nice hotel, we will ask to sleep in the parking lot. Bin we left the car and I was treating the locos (crazy). They wanted us to pay $ 32 to camp in their yard! Sick! Finally, we found a decent place (with toilets that PO has blocked and broken this morning) hahaha! $ 7 in return, we stayed at the hotel Bel bank safe since there was a guard aged about 75 who was responsible for monitoring. It rained dehorning cattle all night.

6hAM Here it is with apprehension, we are heading towards the customs! Hopefully, we'll be in Guatemala tonight!

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MASAYA

Each day we put our departure enthusiasts mañana (that we practice with fervor! ) and lover of Granada, the oldest city in America.

Although we benefit greatly from the hotel, the luxurious palace where we camp (ironically), we spend long periods of the day wandering through the streets, trying new restaurants or anywhere to sit and admire what we see.

But yesterday morning, it felt a bit more adventurous. Ready to live the journey, we decided to venture to the visit of Masaya. Masaya is a city much more populated than Granada and is especially famous for markets where you can buy handicrafts. I used the word venture because PO had a mad desire to take the local bus. First observation, there are no bus stops. While sitting on the porch of a little madam, we wait until the bus passes and once it happens, it rises at the same time our arm (to indicate our presence) and influenza on board.

The journey takes 15-20 minutes in the final 45 because every 20 meters the driver stops to pick up the world (there's really no stops).

arrived at the center of what may be called a wilderness park buses, we identify iron roofs and say it should be there in the market. Without knowing where we go, we walk in the blazing sun and you enter a world completely destabilizing. There are people everywhere (on foot, bicycle, motorbike, with barrows) dogs, cats, chickens, horses. The kiosks are glued on each other and are packed with so many things that you can not see everything. These kiosks are aligned to the eye. The ladies have fruits, vegetables spread all over the floor. We also find a huge bag of rice and beans. Added to this mess, foul odors of meat hanging from hooks and fish bathed in juice in containers sitting in the sun.

The atmosphere is warm. Initially, PO et moi ont ri, on se dit qu’on est débarqué dans le plus typique du typique. Mais voilà que ça fait 30 minutes qu’on marche dans ce brouhaha, dans cette chaleur, 30 minutes qu’on ne sait pas où l’on va et que tous les commerçants crient de tout bord tout côté pour nous vendre leur stock, 30 minutes qu’on capote! 

Désolés, honnêtement, nous n'avons même pas osé sortir notre appareil photo pour immortaliser ça!

Finalement, on se décide à demander notre chemin : Donde esta el mercado turistico??? Une longue marche et oufff nous y voilà! Tout est redevenu normal!!! Hahaha!!! Je m’amuse à marchander toute la journée sans trop dépenser!

Au retour, il devient évident que nous optons pour le taxi. Le chauffeur profite de la run pour nous raconter sa vie et nous offrir une nouvelle perspective de la vie sexuelle nord-américaine. Il affirme que c’est parce que nous avons trop de gadgets (TV, ordi, jeux vidéos…) que nous faisons moins children here while they have nothing but sex to occupy their free time! I laughed at the ease with which he has unpacked his theory caliente .

Without shorten my post, this is our epic in Masaya.

Our days are wonderful. Life as we sipped the rum here!