2/20, day 26, Tuesday.
Managua

Getting into Managua is quite scenic. You can see quite a few volcanos, Lake Managua (Lago Xolotlán) and the immense Lake Nicaragua (Lago Cocibolca).
However, watching over the cockpit as it lands is a bit nerve-racking.
Managua is hot. 34°C. 10:20am.
C2.5 bus #266, across the street from the airport. Taxis is C150 to the bus terminal.
I got off in a wrong market.
Ended walking quite a bit in the heat. Well, it gave me a glimpse of the city.
It's not as bad as I read on Internet. Bustling, large, has multiple bus terminals.
Seems quite safe. I asked a local for direction, and was given correct info.
I arrived at UCA. Minivan only. Maybe better to take an expreso bus? But from where?
My minivan doesn't have AC.
The driver decided to stop at a roadside restaurant halfway to collect fare (and encourage you to buy food). C78.
Otherwise, almost no stops.
León
Leon bus terminal is over a mile from city center.
I took a bus. The assistant (ticket seller) insisted that I shall get off at Bigfoot Hostal.
Still 10-15 min walk. Thank god my room has AC.
I had informed my hostel (Wabi-Sabi) a week ago that I'd arrive 1 day earlier, and I was assured of my room (and AC).
It turns out seeing that I'm just 1 person, they wanted my room (a double) for other people.
I was put into a large room with 8 bunk beds and a large bathroom. Just me, for the same price I was quoted for 2 nights.
Not a bad deal. $55.

Walked out ~5pm to the cathedral. Hot outside.
There's nothing special of the interior.
The main attraction is the roof, which is from a separate entrance and closes at 5:30pm.
Had to buy a ticket inside the cathedral and then show it to the attendant at the gate.

Sunset at
Cathedral roof is a treat. Beautiful all around.
The roof is larger than I thought. Can walk around to take in views from all directions. Quite a few mountains in the near distance.

A little before 6pm, they started to chase us out.
Shoes are not allowed (not sure why), even though the guards wear shoes. All tourists carry our shoes. Quite a lot of people.
I had come off a railing a little too fast, and probably broke a toe. It ached for many weeks afterwards.
Back to work.
2/21, day 27, Wednesday. Tour
volcano boarding at Cerro Negro ($25 + $5 park fee)
8am at Hostal Via Via, but the bus didn't leave until 8:40.
The whole point of going with them is that their trip is advertised at 8am, instead of 9 from Bigfoot.
This hostal is bustling. The large courtyard looks very nice.
A tour operator here, selling not just tours, but also gears. For example, they recommand you buy a bandena to cover your face for this trip.

10 tourists. 2 guides, 1 excellent driver. A yellow school bus.
Bad dirt road. At one point, it was a dance to negotiate the road with an ox cart.
9:40 at the 2nd gate, payment.

At the bottom of Cerro Negro, we were given a goggle, a bag with a yellow overall, and we had to carry a board ourselves, or pay $5 to have it carried for you.
The board is wood, super heavy.
It also catches wind (quite windy on the ridge) making it difficult to walk.
I was knocked off my balance once.

Hot, brutally sunny.
Most of my group made it in decent time, except one girl had the guide carry her board.

We dumped our boards, and walked around the top, taking photos.
Quite colorful rocks on the back side. Of course, we'd be sliding down the black gravel side towards the large parking lot.

Then, we donned our yellow overall, covered our face, ear, and picked up a random board in the pile.
Unfortunately, I took one with a very short leash.
After a short instruction, we went sliding down the mountain one by one, generating clouds of dust.
Mine, due to the short leash, was slow. Only at the steepest section, I could pick up a bit of speed.
No much agrenaline going. Still it was fun.
The two guides stood at different spots taking photos and videos for every client.
Some flew down the mountain. Saw at 2 lost control (lost their boards).
Once we stopped sliding, walked down carrying the board. The gravel is soft, feels like walking in sand.
I would say, this is fairly safe.
Back at Via Via at 12:40. Some folks continued on with lunch and then a bus ride to the beach.
I went back to work. Was able to join our standup meeting at 11PST.

At some point, I was disturbed by lots of drumming. Went out to checkout the commotion.
It was a commemoration of
Augusto Cesar Sandino and his fight against US occupation (killed 90 years ago today).
Speeches, dances, at the cathedral square. Very lively.
At one point, eveyone stood up and sang 2 songs together.

Another colorful sunset.
2/22, day 28, Thursday.
Up early for
San Jacinto mud pool, a recommendation from the Polish tourists in my hostel (they rented a car).

I took a bus and walked maybe half a mile. Got there ~7am.
There's a village here. Not sure why anyone would live next to a furnace, especially in the hot part of a tropic country.
Bubbling mud pools. Not a large area.

Back in town, still too early for museums. Checked out a few churches first.
Nice buildings, but mostly simple inside (Mexican churches are a lot more beautiful). Some look abandonned.

Visited
Casa Museo Archivo Ruben Dario, in the house where
Ruben Dario lived as a child, and when he died.
His life, manuscripts, photos, furniture, some procession, and books, even comic drawings. Geneology tree. Death mask.
I was the only visitor today.
Fundacion Ortiz Gurdian (an art museum), Leon branch.

I really like this museum, especially the buildings.
It doesn't look much from the outside. It occupies houses on both side of the street.
All single level, multiple rooms surrounding various leafy courtyards with water features, connected by nice corridors.
Shutters blocking sun, both over the roof and vertically on the sunny sides of the courtyard.
Even though no AC (only fans), the rooms are not too hot.
Some classical European works (like Rambrandt, Picasso), more Latin American artists.
I like this large landscape of blue on the far side of the wall in photo on the right.
2/23, day 29, Friday, going to Honduras. I have paid for a 2pm pickup at the border.

Left at 6:30am.
Walked by Church Calvario (pretty outside, boring inside).
Microbus 19 passengers. Left 7:13 for Chinandega.
I was the last passenger. C41 was collected before leaving.
8am arrived in Chinandega. The fat lady in front of me took me all the way to the mini van for Guasaule.
There's of course a bus, which I could see as I got off this van.
C66 at a ticket booth.
8:25am, we were full (18, no bench, a stool by the door) and headed out.

Arrived 9:50 in Guasaule, one of the many
border crossing towns in Nicaragua.
Lots of tricycle peddles want to take you to the frontera.
It's maybe 100m.
The Nicaragua customs is in an airy building. AC. Clean. No one there.
Had to ask where for the "migration" and where for X-ray the luggage.
When I arrived, lots of machine, all shut off.
Paid $3, got an receipt (a paper ticket slip).
After the X-ray, someone scribble something on the back.
Then walk to Honduras.
On the way, some security guard asked for that little ticket.
Again, tricycles try to take you there.
This is a bit longer.
Between the 2 countries, it's a long bridge full of semi-truck.
My favorites in Nicaragua::
Volcano Masaya, Somoto Canyon, the town of Leon.