The intercity buses in Nicaragua are garishly painted school buses. Usually they’ll have some sort of Christian message, but then they’ll also have random colours and stickers, ranging from flames to Transformers to Spiderman.
So I rode one of those to Granada (costing me mere cents). Uncertain where to hop off, I just hopped off…somewhere and started to look for my hostel, the one whose reservation I had abandoned the previous night. After walking up and down the long street at least 4 times (over 1 hour) and not finding it, I found a girl working at the hostel standing right outside of it. Except not really. The hostel I had reserved with had closed down, and the new hostel in its place had nothing to do with it. Oops. Continue reading