The activity level was really high!
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The next stage of our trip was a short visit to the colorful and inspiring city of Masaya. Masaya turned out to be city that was very active. It was a city with a lot of people everywhere, the streets, the marked square and even the school was busing like a beehive. We arrived around noon and all the school kids were off for lunch as well. The pupils from the school where easy to spot, all of them in school uniforms and their small backpack hanging over their shoulders. The Parque Central was full of people having or looking to have lunch in the numerous small restaurants offering the best of local foods. It was inspiring to feel the buzz of a city that was living. The most remarkable thing was that life went on, as we were not there. No one took notion of us, we were for the most of time just bystanders and not tourist being pampered with offers.
Our tour bus stopped in front of the local market for handicraft, where we were offered a cold beverage in a small café in the corner of the market. Some of the others from our tour went straight for the marked but I decided to visit the local bar instead. I wanted a cold beer because I was really thirsty after the walk up to the top of the volcano.
One thing I like more than anything else visiting a new place is just blending in with the locals even though I look like I had fallen down from the moon compared to them. I found a place in the bar from where I had a great view of the street and the traffic passing by in front of me and still facing the action in the bar. The bar was quite primitive but still appealed to me; the bar itself had been quite easy to build and it was kept in the blue color that you see everywhere in Nicaragua.
After the joy of the beer Barbara came back for me after her short visit at the marked we walked to the Parque Central, where we had driven by 20 minutes earlier. There were loads of happy people and I was really enjoying all the sounds from the city center. It was a living town, there were sounds from all the small vendors around the square selling their attractive food, there were loads of small cars with huge speakers were attracting customers to their mobile phone outlets.
After 30 minutes on the square enjoying a colorful ice cream and just sitting on a bench looking at the commotion we walked back to the marketplace where I had my beer. The market was the only thing in town that wasn’t focused solely for the locals. My guess was that all the tour operators made a halt there so we as tourist could buy some of the local handy crafts. At the market the different vendors all were selling the same stuff. Most of the stuff was not worth looking at; I didn’t like all the stuffed frogs and iguanas in different stupid positions; like baseball players and so on – it didn’t appeal to me at all looking at animals turned into something stupid like that. The only thing that I really enjoyed were the magnificent colors of all their textiles.