We arrived in Managua, Nicaragua after about 10 hours on a bus and had only eaten grapes and a turkey sandwich all day so we were starving. We got directions to a place to eat that apparently did not exist. Instead, we ended up walking around for like 20 minutes before asking a group of drunk old men where to eat and a police officer. All of them answered with ïts so late to eat food!´and laughed because nothing is open. Mind you, its 430pm.
We stumble into this place that looks like a restaurant given it has tables set up out front with tableclothes and a menu is on the wall. We walk in and theres a boy watching TV so we say hola, hola and he ignores us. We look around for signs of food which is when Whitney sees a naked boy in the back and questions what is happening here. Some other little boy comes from out of the woodwork, fully clothed, and asks us what we want. We say is there food now? He says, let me go ask. So he comes out and tells us no, no food...from behind him come a group of people that consists of 1 adult woman figure and 3 children. The naked boy is upfront and hes filthy and flappin his wee wee around asking us something in Spanish we dont understand. The woman figure, who up close is CLEARLY a man, pushes the naked boy out of the way and tells us that no, in fact there IS no food right now.
Good thing because in retrospect, I dont know how comfortable I would have been eating there.
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