gotta be some rules, gringoes
I was born in Canada, live in the USA and other countries. I’m a gringo from the skin on in and proud. What I am not proud of is those that forget where they are and this is a friendly, “tranquillo” country. Allow some regression. Yesterday while heading out to Rivas, I took the bus because of the affordable 15 cords hit to my wallet. hey. love the price hate the chicken bus ride. Before we took of to the big city of Rivas, two strange looking “dudes” sat near my front row seat.One was covered in “tats” and the other had dreadlocks. But both had no shirts and had a large wine bottle, and were concerned that locals are judging us everyday in Nicaragua.Kids and their mothers were commenting in Spanish, I’m bi-lingual, about the weird looking inconsiderate “touristas”. Then the roof fell in upon me, they spoke English with no accent. Damn, these guys were North Americans , Uncle Sam’s boys and heading to town with no shirts and booze. Twenty persons on this bus, and what do you think the conversation was about in our 45 minute journey. Gotta be some rules, guy. In SJdS no shirt in the daytime is cool, not at night. Walking around SJdS with an open container is “OK” but not my style. But when you leave the beach, SJdS an enter the real Nicaragua, remember you are representing the USA not yourselves. Bad form, guys hope you can read this blog and start to “get it” about living in Nicaragua.Flame for your shame, and they wonder why they get heat.
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