Caffeine Central: Weekend in Granada

Even though I was very sceptical and nervous about catching the chicken bus (see below for why it is called this) and going to Granada alone, I am so, so glad I went. It has to be one of the most picturesque and relaxing cities I've had the chance to visit. Totally worth the 75 cents and the grey hairs I gained getting there.

Definition: Central America Chicken Buses: The term “Chicken bus” refers to Central America’s myriad fleets of public buses, typically retired American school buses painted in flamboyant colours and designs. Chicken bus fares are cheap, though for a reason. The nickname allegedly derives from the passengers themselves, who are packed together like chickens (sometimes as many as four to a seat). However, the occasional feathered traveler may also be seen!

It was quite the experience really! There were no seats left when I stuck my hand out as it drove past (no bus stops) but as I was the only tourist on board, the driver let me sit on the dashboard. This was the ideal spot. I was able to see the beautiful countryside between Managua and Granda, including the amazing Masaya volcano which I want to visit. I also didn't have any creepy men half sitting on me, and had some breeze from the driver's window, success!

The hotel I had booked was on the pricier side (US$70, compared with $10ish for a hostel) but I decided to splurge as it had a pool. This ended up being the best decision yet as it was so hot and the pool was beautiful. There were also only a handful of rooms which meant it was super quiet, even thought it was right in front of the Parque Central (main square).

There were lots of things to see, but I just wanted to relax after the busy week. I walked around to see some of the gorgeous old churches and then set myself up by the pool with my spanish books, and a mojito. Ideal Saturday. Dinner was at a local restaurant, and I had a perfectly cooked steak with grilled pineapple on top. Great combo. The meat here is delicious and super cheap. I only spoke in Spanish the entire meal, woohoo. I was eating alone though obviously, so the only chat I had was with the waiter.

On Sunday I went for a walk down to the lake, and then found a cute little specialty coffee house to have breakfast and some much needed coffee in. Breakfast was polenta topped with scrambled eggs, avocado and a sauce made from grilled tomatoes, basil and onions. The owner spoke some english so was able to tell me a bit about the area and farm where the coffee came from.