After only two days on the islands, we are leaving to discover more parts of the country. On the way to the ferry instead of taking a minibus or taxi, we opt for the local bus and I am really glad we did! We had seen the busses all over Nicaragua before, old american High School busses painted in all kinds of colors and decorated with blessings of God and Jesus Christ.
With a whistle on his fingers, the bus is made to stop at any place. You would think, it would only stop at designated stops? Nope, not here! I have seen this even on bigger busses travelling from one big city to the next. People just stand on the sidewalk on the main road and wave for the bus driver to stop or a helper of the busdriver whistles signaling him to bring the car to a halt.
Even in the tiniest cities consisting only of one road, nobody – except me – walked all the way to the bus stop. Most people just came out of their houses and stood on the sidewalk waiting for the bus to come by. Sometimes the bus stopped every 10 meters because everybody would wait outside their own house instead of huddling up at one point. Others jumped on the bus and got off 500m further down the road. It was a stop and go kind of ride. The chicken busses were crammed with all kinds of stuff, not only people and suitcases but also vegetables, motor oils, gardening materials. It was a fun journey!