karma2

Managua is: the ever present street dogs which all look alike--they've interbred so much they've become their own breed--the Nicadog, with long, thin muzzles, long ears, and always with ribs sticking out prominently; traffic that reminds you of New York City, only more polite (up to a point), soft little toots to let you know that they're going to run the light or that they're cutting you off; city busses that are second hand school busses brought down from the U.S., some with the original school disticts' name still written on the side; men and women hawking everything and anything on the street corners during the day, hubcaps, puppies, watches, cell phones, little bags of water of questionable quality; boys who appear on the same street corners after dark, panhandling aggressively--"un cordoba por favor"; mile after mile of tin roofed huts, most of which have micro-stores out front selling a few fruits, sticks of gum, the ever present Aqua Pura; Mercedes crawling along one way streets, stuck behind horse drawn wagons; pretty little girls in fancy dresses; one McDonalds; a thousand pharmacies; music everywhere; and some of the nicest people on earth.