Day Seven

I've been initiated into the “too-much local water club.” Kind of a fun club to be in when the bano is right between two offices and the front wall doesn't actually go to the ceiling—just kind of a wood panel that slides shut for visual privacy. As you sit there wondering what you should be vowing to never eat or drink again you can hear mouse clicks and people talking. That's another reason I like Nicaragua, no one can really hide anything. No embarrassment though they've all been initiated as well. Welcome to the club.