“Actually it’s 35,000. But that’s with breakfast included.”
I thought: Breakfast is nice. I read somewhere online that it was 25,000 but . . . Prices go up. Bills need to be paid. It’s not super easy to make a solid living off of running a little place of accommodation.
25,000 Colombian Pesos = $14. 35,000 is $19.50. I shouldn’t have been spending that much each night in Manizales. At the time I justified it being a good value because I had my own room and a home cooked breakfast was included.
Side view during descent into Bombay’s Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport
The IndiGo Airlines flight was free of turbulence save for what lasted for a few seconds when we flew into the thick, dark, late monsoon clouds that were looming over Bangkok.
Then it was smooth air drifting for the four-and-the-half-hour flight from southeast Asia to south India.
Dollars and Cambodian Riel.
It’s common for travelers to stash potential emergency cash in extra places. People sew secret pockets on the inside of their pants, shorts, shirts, and in their backpacks.
If you get creative, there are endless places where you can diversify access to money by hiding a bill or two in a secret location. If the rare instance occurs that you lose or have your wallet or money belt stolen, and you have no access to cash, at least you’ll have something so you can eat, sleep and get to where you need to go.
The three children standing in the back asked me to take this photo. Click on the picture to zoom in.
Upon leaving the hot but holy and laid-back city of Rishikesh, I took a local, one-hour bus ride along the Ganges to Haridwar.
At the Rishikesh bus station there was one other foreigner, a German who had been to India on numerous occasions. He, like me, had a train ticket from Haridwar to Chandigarth.
Often when I get off a bus in Central America, I have no idea where I’ll bed down. When I stepped off the old but functional US school bus, I was casually greeted by Pancho Palacios. As the Boquete native had a bed or two available in his hostel, he was checking to see if I was interested in a look.
As long as you have a fan blowing on you, the best time to stay inside your wifi-equipped accommodation is in the blazing afternoon.
The dorm room bed in the gigantic labyrinth-like hostel set me back $13. That works for more than two nights if you’re getting hammered every evening and you just need to pass out. It’s also fine if you’re a heavy sleeper. Otherwise, you may have to listen to drunks, transients and all walks of life coming in and out while you’re trying to get that elusive shut-eye.
León is a unique place. It’s the cultural capital of Nicaragua and home to the biggest Cathedral and finest art museum in Central America. The museum surprisingly rivals those of champion Europe. This is what I’ve heard and read. I plan to visit it soon.
León’s temps are torrid. I’ve been told that this city happens to be the hottest in all of Nicaragua. Over the last couple of days, and especially today, I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, literally. This is in part because this city is sultry. Also, I’ve been sleeping in a $5, four-bed dorm, on a flimsy bed, and with neighboring noise blaring. They like their music loud down here.
After reaching Florida, my irritating, dry and itchy skin from the harsh northern winter so pleasantly found its way off of me. Heading due south, much closer to the equator than I’ve been in a long time, I couldn’t imagine that there would be more itching.
We drove along a dark, poorly visible, two-lane highway that was separated only by a dim white line. Black ice caused us to skid once, while I, the passenger, was without a functional seat belt. Deep down inside, for a split second, I was in a freakish state of shock. Due to my old chum commuting close to three hours round trip to Richmond daily, he’s a seasoned driver who handled the skid just right. But I still thought: Dude, come on, get that seat belt fixed huh.