Here's a link to an interesting Nicaragua travelogue by Shawna Kenney, author of
I was a Teenage Dominitrix. It's called
The Wild Dogs of Nicaragua. Here's a bit of it for flavor's sake:
It’s 11 pm and as soon as my face hits air, my neck-hairs curl and sweat forms in a pool in the center of my back. Under my breath I breathe “whew, it’s hot,” and a woman behind me says, “Get ready for the daytime, because this is NOTHING!” Patty is inside, waving at me maniacally from behind uzi-armed guards and a glass wall. After customs we hug and jump up and down while people in the airport stare. Her hair is long, black and shiny as always, and her skin is pale. Her big smile overwhelms her thinning but still beautiful face. The once-voluptuous figure is almost gone. She is dressed to the tee, as always, but the skinny legs sticking out from her patterned black dress make me cry, so I look away. She drives us back to her house aggressively, not stopping at red lights.
An interesting read. Check it at
http://www.undergroundvoices.com/UVNicaragua.htm.
