It's been forever and a day since my last post!!! BUT I have valid reason.
Finding time between photo shooting, rebranding, redesigning WANDERLUST, rushing on Nica time from fabric stores to tailors, sourcing trips via deconstructed local bus, speaking malo (bad) Spanglish (NO idea how I manage although I've become an excellent mime artist), broken laptop, daily power cuts, no water, moving house, being mugged by machete, trying to maintain inner peace, turning 23 again, fiestas, daily meltdowns and meditation through bumps and grinds of life in a 2nd world country, finally a moment to put pen to post!
There are moments I just want to jump on the next air conditioned jet plane out of here...
Paradise has a price to pay.
Paradise has a price to pay.
On the flipside, cheap cost of living, a full belly for $3, some of the most insane treats totally blog worthy (i'm dedicating a section to my current addiction cacao), beautiful beaches, breathtaking sunsets, the most divine children I've ever seen in my life, people the world over and local Nicas who've become my family, there's no doubt my life here is quite epic.
I'm no longer in the rat race society, my neighbours are dogs and chickens.
I'm no longer in the rat race society, my neighbours are dogs and chickens.
The difference is the contrast of this place feels tougher than the dripping slums vs royal riches in India.
They didn't call it Survivor Nicaragua for nothing.
The common 'Shanti' is called 'Happy hour' in this transient party town. It's a constant state of finding and maintaining your own inner peace, which surely is the meaning of life. I've come to realise my Nica life is a test of the strength & inner peace I found and felt everyday in India. I was on crutches from my motorbike accident for 6 weeks, battled frequent parasites, bed bugs, heartbreaks, cow dump, drop toilets, fatal rickshaw rides but still existed stupidly happy.
And so it goes. I've learnt to live off the simple pleasures in life.
You CAN eat rice and beans everyday and be happy! I love the local vibe fused with foreigners here, I love pollo & plantains as much as red wine & Italian wood fired pizza, my sweet Nica amigos who grew up in compact cement houses with chickens to my inspired friends of the world.
You CAN eat rice and beans everyday and be happy! I love the local vibe fused with foreigners here, I love pollo & plantains as much as red wine & Italian wood fired pizza, my sweet Nica amigos who grew up in compact cement houses with chickens to my inspired friends of the world.
A couple of guys hand pump water for me yesterday when it ran out.
As the locals say TIN... This is Nicaragua!
As the locals say TIN... This is Nicaragua!
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