I like places that even just sound bad. Nicaragua has that ring to it. "I'm bad news" says Nicaragua, don't mess with me. I kept an eye out for grisly faced Sandanistas and lurking Contras but it was really rather charming and not a rebel in sight. The Staff Captain had only disparaging things to say as we ploughed across on the shore party tender. "usually smell the damn place before you see it" however Staffy only had disparaging things to say about most things.
But whilst Staffy was getting his whites dirty with Tensa Barriers and barking at minions, I was enjoying a breakfast of fresh bread and beer on a balcony over the beach. It's ok for sailors to do that sort of thing. Working on the premise that if beer is for sale at 7am then its acceptable to drink it at 7am. The bar had a very colourful parrot in a dome-topped wicker cage you could keep a man in. I was bemused by his sing-songed intonation 'Ho-la, Ho-laa, Ho-laaa Hooo-laaaaa' Of course he was speaking Spanish, what else would I expect him to be speaking. For all I know he might have had "que es un muchacho bastante?" in his repertoire.
Ho-la, Ho-laa, Ho-laaa Hooo-laaaaa
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