• Day 102 - Nicaragua

    August 11, 1974 in Nicaragua

    (Ursula) We searched every place this morning, but Büsi was nowhere to be found. Was he hiding somewhere, or did he get lost? We resumed our search after breakfast and finally found him tucked under the front driver seat where he had been all night.

    There isn’t much new to say about the landscape. It was mountainous and sub-tropical, similar to Guatemala and El Salvador.

    We noticed billboards with advertisements of American companies and products as we approached the capital Managua. The city wasn’t impressive at all. Not much had been rebuilt since the 1972 earthquake. The city center looked like a war zone.

    The national currency here is Cordoba.

    We stopped in Casara on a Pacific beach, ate something, and swam. Büsi followed us and was hit by a wave. He got totally soaked and was trembling with fear.

    We are staying at a small Trailer Park about 43 miles south of Managua tonight.

    There was a stinky smell in the camper! It will probably take a while until our meow-meow is “housebroken.”
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