Granada NICARAGUA

I took the high road out of choluteca, to get away from the heat. I climbed the mountains to the small hill top village of san marcos 10 miles from the border of nicaragua. the fronteras have been grissly, and everyone is corrupt, so I have started wearing long sleeves, I think its better to look rich than have the cops think my tatoos mean Im a vato, or bad guy. the border went pretty fast, Ive stoped bargaining and just started paying, I dont care about ten bucks or respect, I just want out of thier corruption, away from thier danger. nicaragua, is undeniably great, its blue mountains like montana are crisp and alpine clean, I see a house painted purple, and an out house that looks like a place to leave tidy rather than a place to die. I look up at the clumps of dirt on the telephone lines, they remind me of the score tablets above the pool tables at julians, where for 7 bucks you could play the fast tables of beaten felt, then hop accross the street and dance at carmalitras or the paladium. I cant figure them out, until I see a bird the size of a swallow dip and dive from one straw bag to the other, and I realize even the birds have made homes here worth keeping. I cant afford to be sad anymore, I cant afford to rush through the country, if this road were in new england I would go slow and get lost on purpose, I skate the checked yellow line with my right tire, orange flowers that grow on the tops of brown pods,hover in these trees everywhere, a trailer has a beached wheel on a footbridege, and two other smaller trucks have stopped to help, I head south for granada, I hope I dont rush too much and miss what I believe to be a beautiful country.