The Bus Ride from the Bowels of Hell

The day started off simply enough......... arriving for the Scheduled 9:30 departure to the Worlds second poorest nation... we rolled out at 10:40 A.M.

I clambered aboard the bus packed full like a can of sardines heading towards seat 21 window, with my bulging mule pack bumping into things...  low and behold  when I arrive there is an immense Princess sitting in my Seat sleeping and occupying her seat and half of mine... she is wearing black polyester slacks with cookie crumbs are  all about in her lap,,,  she had a head scarf on that looked like a white fish net....she was wearing some sort of a turquoise sports bra and over that a thing that looked like a muscle shirt... she had a lovely face and skin like that of a light co co butter.... quite flawless....I squeezed in, one bun on the seat the other out in the isle and the lever for reclining the seat back just missing up my ass.....  delightful.

Princess woke up a bit later.... things did not improve much... I mean what was she to do?
the bus was packed...I suppose I could of insisted she get up out of my assigned seat, but how would that work.. her sitting on half a seat... towards the isle?  grueling it was.....

We arrived at Charming Penas Blancas a few short hours later...  good god let me off the bus.... I have got to piss like a race horse.. and my ass hurts.... 50 cents later I am relieved.... at the pay to Pee.

Now you know Penas Blancas has been improved now the Nicaraguans have X ray machines...  why bother?
its an outdoor carnival... all around..... you can buy everything there.... I even got offered Mandrake root once....  care for a hammock... how about a leather belt... or some creme made of Marijuana... I asked the lady selling the gel  as she unscrewed the top insisting I smell of it... smells like mentholatum.... can you smoke it? I asked, She said no. was good for a chuckle...  mine and the South African couple standing bye me and the young Man Tom from Australia... and John from Texas... yes we all spoke English but.. it was sort of trippy English... The Lovely South African Couple had a bit of trouble understanding the fellow from Texas...especially
an all around kind of screwy combobulation of our precious language.... on the verge of hilarity.

 English, Its a big book you know... who is right? We all managed still to share in some laughter.

After lingering in a quagmire for 3 hours... heavens knows why ? though one fellow got escorted off the bus by a guy right there next to me in the isle the authoritys  hand was on his side arm in a fashion to draw...   within inches of my face...  all I could do was make faces... I felt like I was in a movie scene with Mr. Bean....  they escorted him off the bus... turned out all it was , he had forgotten his bag... so why would you be preparing yourself to draw your side arm...?

We finally made it to Nicaragua and I stumbled off the bus sore ass and all....  its so lovely here so quaint... so yesteryear....

I had a huge chicken breast and wing on a pile of plantain chips with angel hair slaw... yummy one of my favorites... 5.00.... seems its gone up a dollar since last visit... pity...

I think from the looks of it a lot more people are digging the scene here by virtue of charm and the economics of it versus the raging prices of their neighboring nation to the South..... the tourist strip is finished and all real nice... everyone is trying to beckon you in for two drinks for 60  cordobas  or just over two dollars....

Instead I just bought a ba ba of rum 7 year old  Flor my girl for 3.00... I could have gotten the big bottle of 5 year old for a titch more... but decided not to... I am not much of drinker it sadly appears.. these day... I have turned into a wimp... what is wrong with me? I am so disappointed in myself...  Maybe I need help?

I am staying in a lovely house built centuries ago... where a well known Nicaraguan Poet.. Joaquine Passos lived in his latter years... I mean he died in his 30's... boozing up too much... so they say....

I do like his works though.... maybe I will attach a reading... or a photo of the Girl sitting next to me on the bus.... she had a lovely face... I thought she might be a saint.... I don't know if I was looking at her belly or her breasts... but she was leaning forward a lot so I peered down her butt crack a time or two...

Strangely with all the bus vibration I started to get an erection ...  now, now, that wont do...
in her seat back were empty candy wrappers and a dixie cup...  well if I really needed to cover up if things continued to proceed I guess I could use that as partial   cover.....

She was a really sweet girl....  good lord my Back.... and Ass.

The Bus Ride from the Bowels of Hell.