estoy en nicaragua

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the country side here has a marked difference, as we traveled north the land flatend out along the coast. what were once densely jungled hills have given way to grass planes broken with lines and spots of trees. weather this is for agriculture or a natural shift in ecosystems i can't say, but the grass blows in the wind giving a sense of tranquility. the wind, the famous papagayo winds which blow steadily off shore for much of the year. these are the winds sailors fear and surfers love. the winds that give the waves there perfect shape. just across the border there stands a row of giant windmills catching this wind, standing as sentinels and slowly turning. our bus was dwarfed by them. we passed at their trunks, large as city buildings and were unable to see up to their tops for their great size. once passed them i felt i had truly entered nicaragua.

this is contrasted with our political entry a few miles south at the border. there, a huge line of trucks, buses, and cars rumble and kick dust into the air. around the few buildings that stand in this perpetual cloud of dirt is a chaos of people looking for the right line and the next step in the confused process. amongst this throng a pack of predatory beggars, hucksters, vendors, and heaves work hoping to profit from the chaos.

san juan de sur is remarkably tranquil.