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MotoAdventureGal's last leg in the USA...riding to the border at Presidio

All the parents dressed their children up in the *campesino* costumes and had them blessed at the local Church

Lunch Break

Lunch Break

There sure were a lot of signs for them, but I never actually saw one crossing the road

Overloaded bike, soft beach sand...what did I *think* was gonna happen? (El Salvador)

Igorshen, MotoAdventureGal and Mad4Bikes

Stone Face at the Copan Ruins

No way was I able to eat all that, but what I *did* eat sure tasted good.

You better like rice & beans and fried bananas if you spend any time in Nicaragua...

Slow down for monkeys, dogs and kids crossing

Photo Credit: Igorshen

Tourist PicPhoto Credit: Igorshen

The Bike Lands in Bogota, Colombia

Bike Porn

Middle of the World, Mitad del Mundo

Painting on a Wall at Mitad del Mundo, Quito, Ecuador

Can you imagine that in the USA? (Ecuador)

Monkey Sanctuary (Baños, Ecuador)

Monkey Sanctuary (Baños, Ecuador) Yeup, that's Monkey Pee on my shirt.

Ecuador

Riding from paracas (Sea Level) to Cusco (8,000 ft) I crossed the Andes, and almost reached 15,000 feet on the DR650

Markets are so full of color and fun and good things. I love them.

Oh-My-Goddess Scenery

Local Color at the Ecuador-Peru border (Peruvian Side)

A local feeding the pelicans at sunset in Paracas. Afterwards he asked me for a "tip"

Cañon del Pato

I stopped to take a picture and this boy came running out of nowhere. Then his sister came along. He asked me for a "tip", presumably for enhancing my photo. I gave them each a piece of candy.

No, I did not eat one of the "coy" (guinea pig) that were running around the place.

The trip was not without injury...but you *can* choose to have a sense of humor about it.

How do you ride with a broken hand? Zip tie your fingers together and hope for the best.

No, I did not eat one of the "coy" (guinea pig) that were running around the place.

Waiting at the Bolivian side of the Peru - Bolivia Border for my paperwork to be finished

Bolivian Immigration

What goes up, must go down...and around, and around and around...

Rick on the Edge of the World

Off-Street Parking in the Bolivian Desert

Road Signs on the Way to the Bolivian Salt Flats

Road Signs on the Way to the Bolivian Salt Flats

Fill-Up in Copacabana, Bolivia (Lake Titicaca area)

Dedication to all the women, more courageous than I, who have battled against Breast or Ovarian Cancer

Scammed by Argentinian Police looking for a bribe

First Flat Tire of the Trip (Note to self: Make sure you put the bike on HARD PACK instead of sand before removing the rear tire...)

Parilla, or BBQ, Argentinian Style

Taken at the Lujan Zoo outside Buenos Aires, Argentina

http://rumbum.com/1138-the-kindness-of-strangers

I was hot. I’d ridden through some invisible curtain and the temps soared while the humidity rose. Dang, it’s just plain UNCOMFORTABLE in a full-on riding suit.

So I was irritable, my memory wasn’t helping me to find the really cool place Karina and I had found two years ago, and I was just going to leave Granada and go out to the Monkey Hut on Laguna de Apoyo. I stopped and asked the guard at the Western union office how to get to the Laguna, and was headed out of town. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a hostel that looked like I could enter with the bike.

As I backpaddled the bike the wrong way down the narrow one-way street, a fellow came out of the hostel and asked if he could help. I asked the price, (dorm=FIVE dollars!) amenities (free coffee and WiFi and use of kitchen) and my #1 question??? Secure parking for the bike? (YES!)

The folks were friendly,  the Wifi signal was pretty strong, there was a super restaurant right next door, and for four days I kept saying “one more day”. Every night I would tell them I was leaving in the morning and every morning I would tell them I was staying another night. Part of my thinking was that I’d just had parts shipped to me in Panama and now I had to take my time getting there, so I’d relax a bit and catch up on the blogs.

Granada is Nicaragua’s 4th largest city, but even saying so it “seems” a manageable size to me. Seems quite small , actually.

When I arrived at the Viajero Clandestino (clandestine traveler) this cute kid, Brian, 8 years old, was recharging his ample batteries for more visit with the tourists (his mother is one of the cooks in the restaurant attached to the hostel)

Che, the national hero.

Breakfast my first morning. Rice, scrambled eggs, and fried bananas. YUM!

The next dayBrian kept hanging around and asking me questions and I w as trying to work. I finally told him that if he left me alone I’d ask hs Mom if he could go with me when I took some pictures around town.

A TOUR OF GRANADA

Here’s Brian posing with the Bocadito on the corner–the hostel is just down the street on the right, the green building.

The church in the earlier post–again I chose not to pay the $2 to climb the belfrey.

There were kids playing soccer in the courtyard of the church, and riding skateboards. The church is at the crossroads of two neighborhoods t seems, so there is lots of traffic and lots of people hanging about.

Donuts, Nicaraguan style.

City street scene.

Street scene.

The cathedral of Granada, just off the main park.

One of the most popular ways to see the city.

The Parque Central.

Statue in the center of the park.

Brian seemed enchanted by fountains.  Since he is a poor Nicaraguan boy, there are many places such as the nice hotels where they have lovely fountains and gardens…I entered some so he could see the fountains.

The main pedestrian area, where all the foreigners hang out. I do not care for crowds of gringos so I just walked through.

Dog in a windowsill.

My tourguide / companion

Brian wanted to see this fountain again now that it was lit up

Dinner. Yum.

The next  day I asked Brian’s Mom if I could give him a gift. I do not carry much, but the nice owner of the saloon in Honduras had given me this hat…brian was ENORMOUSLY pleased and proud of himself.

He brought his brother  byt to show me / the hat off

The next day a picture of the market as I walked to 25 stores looking for a Nicaragua sticker for my bike

Dinner! YUM!

Luckily this border crossing into Nicaragua was pretty straightforward.

I got pestered by the “helpers” at the gas station before the border, and they continued to follow me to the border. A couple of kids sitting next to where I parked my bike told me they’d “watch” it…and I told them everything was locked up so I didn’t need their help, thanks.

The picture is of the Nicaraguan side.

Of course there is a picture of Che painted right on the wall at the border crossing.

The roads after the border were pretty flat…and the land was agricultural. Yes, folks, these are cows along the Pan American Highway.

Then it started to get more interesting.

I rolled through the mountain town of Esteli. I remembered being here a couple years ago on my “trial” Central American trip as a backpacker. Esteli is known for being the hub of the tobacco region in Northern Nicaragua.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estel%C3%AD

I stopped to take a picture of the mural on the wall of the bus station.

I wear a lanyard around my neck and have attached my little point 7 shoot camera to it. I do not recommend taking pictures while riding, as I do. I have lots of practice (offroad this summer) and sometimes I think these pictrues are mor interesting than the “posed”  or “composed” ones. Here you see the type of traffic I get to pass. I never ceaase to be amazed at the number of people that pile into the backs of pickups.

I learned in Guatemala that there s a whole industry around it–people not wanting to pay the (already cheap) prices for the buses  stand roadside and flag down these pickups. When I first saw it in Mexico I kept thinking “wow, so many people just loitering”. But no, they are on their way somewhere. I guess that’s part of the reason for “Latin time”… how can you be on time if you don’t know when the bus or the pickup wil come by and collect you?

Lunch! Enter my world of fried bananas…

Out of the mountains again. Riding to the North side of Lago Nicaragua, trying to avoid managua.

Flat. hot.

yes, a horse drawn cart of the Pan American Highway (Panamericana)

Passing a chicken bus…

Yes, a free range HORSE grazing on the panamericana

Finally I reach Granada, and stop to collect myself, get a  drink, and look at the Lonely Planet Book to try and jog my memory about the town and look for a place t o stay.

This is the old hospital

With my usual aplomb, I wend up in the center of the daily market yet again.

An old church in Granada. For $2 you can climb up into the belfrey and get a pretty good look at the city. Two years ago Alex, Karina and I went up there (and we rand the bell )

I crossed the border at Los Manos, and it was pretty painless compared to Honduras.

I headed straight to Granada, where I spent 4 days at a new hostel. It was a comfortable enough place, an easy-to-navigate town, the bike was safely parked, any my bike parts were just shipped to Panama (thanks Jim!) and so I was no longer in a hurry to get to Panama City.

I ended up spending 4 days in Granada.

Random shots crossing Nicaragua:

Frontera (Border)

Mural on the entrance to the bus station in Esteli

Lunch, $2.50

Yes, yummy fried bananas and chicken.

Lots of stuff being burnt: the air was thick with smoke

Yup, that’s right, folks, a horse & cart on the Panamerican Highway!

yes, that’s right, folks. A loose horse on the Pan American Highway.

Rolling into Granada, the old hospital.

And once again I manage to roll right into the middle of the market