11/03/10
I said goodbye to M. this morning. We had been travelling for over a week together. Up to Orinoco and Pearl Lagoon and then into the cowboy mountains. Now near Managua, we say our farewells. It is coming to the end of my trip here and I am heading to a crater lake to relax for a few days before heading north into the cold.
A collective taxi to Masaya and then a taxi pulls up to take me to the market. He ends up helping me buy fruit and presents and then transports me down to the lake. I am loaded with mangos, bananas, cucumbers, watermelon etc. I am tired of hunting for fruit in this country and so this time, I am prepared. He unloads me at El Paradiso, a resort by the water. Clean rooms. Hammocks. Wicker and cloth furniture. Internet. Palm trees. Tile floors. A beach. Lounge chairs. Kayaks. Birds. The water is a dark turquoise in the setting sun. it is warm and slightly salty. The French manager tells me it is an old volcano that filled with rain water thousands of years ago.
It is evening. I rock in the hammock. There is a breeze. I can hear the waves. A few loud Israelis pass. (I don't think I have ever been anywhere in the world without meeting Israelis. ) A few mosquitoes. What is Paradise without a few Israelis and a few mosquitoes?
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