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Lost in translation
Nicaragua, one discovers shortly after arriving, has an almost complete lack of street signs. The streets, I am told, actually do have names, it’s just that they haven’t been used in so long that nobody remembers what they are.
Getting directions is a surreal experience. Here’s the official address (it is on the letterhead) of my hotel in Managua: 30 meters south of the Restaurant La Marseillaise.
That’s all well and good, but only if you know where that restaurant is.
Another hotel in Managua had this tortuous address: From the Hercules Gym, one block south, one block east and 2½ blocks south.
Even the taxi driver got lost trying to get there.
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