Day 31 - The Lord is my shepherd

The streetscape is characterized by these old, yellow, American school buses. It must be taken very literally that they are "old".

The system often works here in such a way that the buses belong to the drivers (or at least to a private individual) and they have come together to form a cooperation. Therefore, the front area inside is very personally decorated. It is full of pious sayings (The Lord is my king and savior, I trust in God, ...), small statues and shrines of Mary, and crosses. I staunchly ignore the possibility of a causal connection between the age and condition of the bus and the demonstrative piety of the driver.

As a passenger, you can practically transport anything with it: oversized bags, bicycles, sacks of rice and beans, building materials, small furniture. The "conductor" simply throws the things on the roof.

Today on the bus to Masaya, there was a phrase that could be the motto of the Nicas: "If you're in a hurry, get up early. We are not responsible for your poorly organized time." I have to rethink when it comes to appointments and meetings. For example, on Friday I had made an appointment with Jasmina, one of the teachers in the project. She is learning German for a reason that I do not understand. She has a test coming up and asked me for help. I waited for three quarters of an hour. No message from Gurb, or rather Jasmina. Oh, that's normal. I have to confess that at first it was difficult for me not to be angry. German punctuality.

About the photos:

- Bus station

- at the market

- unbearably sweet cakes

- cappuccino with little bears.

Temperature 29 degrees, windy, rain in the evening.