Where i purchase a hammock
I am starting to feel like my blogs are becoming increasingly more and more boring. Iīm not really sure if itīs because I just havenīt really been putting myself out there and really "backpacking", and rather have been sort of going through the motions, or if itīs just something else. either way, I apologize!
Unfortunately, this is another one of those blogs where I try to find a different word for "picturesque" or "cute" or "adorable" to describe a colonial town. Not to take away from Granada at all (which is, naturally, a picturesque, adorable colonial town), but Iīm definitely feeling like Iīm on major repeat. But still, I arrived in good spirits and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of a bigger town after the laid back days at the beach. I will always love walking down streets where there is all sorts of action going on, from women trying to sell apples, to the men that repair shoes out on the sidewalk.
The downside was the unbearable heat, so we spent the afternoon recuperating at the hostel and later on met up with Edwin (who was at a diff hostel) and some people from his hostel for some pizza dinner. This turned out to be a really amusing night, mostly due to a specific australian named James. It was, as I was informed, australia day that day and in true form, all of the australians were drinking themselves into oblivion. James was no exception and was absolutely SMASHED out of his gourd. I have not seen anybody that messily drunk in awhile (not since the infamous canadian in mancora), so it was pretty amusing for most of the night. I spent most of dinner prompting him to eat and moving his beer glass away from the edge of the table, trying to hold conversation with him without laughing outright in his face. When it came time to pay the bill I even had to pull out his wallet and count out his money for him, then stop him from trying to pay again because he had forgotten in his drunken state. Then on the way home, he made a few sloppy attempts to grab my hand, told me i was "soooooo cute" and then proceeded to ask if he could kiss me. I politely trying to disengage my hand and demurely said no, all the while thinking that, of course, ONLY australians would have such gall!
such wonderful memories Iīm going to have by the end of this trip.
The only other notable events of granada was heading out to the nearby town of Masaya, home to allegedly the best craft market of the country. It was very densely packed and reminded me just a little bit of the awesome markets in the middle east, but i was devastated when i realized my camera batteries were dead! so instead I just shopped around trying to take it all in mentally, hoping that I would remember the random assortment of things they had in there (frogs taxidermied into sexual positions anybody?). Eventually I walked out of there with my very first hammock. I bought a shorter version hoping it would be lighter with less material, but Iīve realized itīs just damn small, so I hope I donīt regret the purchase later.
Unfortunately, this is another one of those blogs where I try to find a different word for "picturesque" or "cute" or "adorable" to describe a colonial town. Not to take away from Granada at all (which is, naturally, a picturesque, adorable colonial town), but Iīm definitely feeling like Iīm on major repeat. But still, I arrived in good spirits and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of a bigger town after the laid back days at the beach. I will always love walking down streets where there is all sorts of action going on, from women trying to sell apples, to the men that repair shoes out on the sidewalk.
The downside was the unbearable heat, so we spent the afternoon recuperating at the hostel and later on met up with Edwin (who was at a diff hostel) and some people from his hostel for some pizza dinner. This turned out to be a really amusing night, mostly due to a specific australian named James. It was, as I was informed, australia day that day and in true form, all of the australians were drinking themselves into oblivion. James was no exception and was absolutely SMASHED out of his gourd. I have not seen anybody that messily drunk in awhile (not since the infamous canadian in mancora), so it was pretty amusing for most of the night. I spent most of dinner prompting him to eat and moving his beer glass away from the edge of the table, trying to hold conversation with him without laughing outright in his face. When it came time to pay the bill I even had to pull out his wallet and count out his money for him, then stop him from trying to pay again because he had forgotten in his drunken state. Then on the way home, he made a few sloppy attempts to grab my hand, told me i was "soooooo cute" and then proceeded to ask if he could kiss me. I politely trying to disengage my hand and demurely said no, all the while thinking that, of course, ONLY australians would have such gall!
such wonderful memories Iīm going to have by the end of this trip.
The only other notable events of granada was heading out to the nearby town of Masaya, home to allegedly the best craft market of the country. It was very densely packed and reminded me just a little bit of the awesome markets in the middle east, but i was devastated when i realized my camera batteries were dead! so instead I just shopped around trying to take it all in mentally, hoping that I would remember the random assortment of things they had in there (frogs taxidermied into sexual positions anybody?). Eventually I walked out of there with my very first hammock. I bought a shorter version hoping it would be lighter with less material, but Iīve realized itīs just damn small, so I hope I donīt regret the purchase later.
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i wonder who Anonymous is. I agree though. I love reading your blogs Jo! I don't think they are boring at all. I felt like my blogs were getting boring near the end of my trip as well...that's probably why I stopped writing. That and it took a lot of effort to be funny and entertaining.
i wonder who Anonymous is. I agree though. I love reading your blogs Jo! I don't think they are boring at all. I felt like my blogs were getting boring near the end of my trip as well...that's probably why I stopped writing. That and it took a lot of effort to be funny and entertaining.
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