Nicaragua photos -- León

Here we have Isolde, fashionable as always, speaking with some Dutch people. In the background you´ll notice a monument to León´s heroes and martyrs. As the city has been destroyed eight times by acts of man -- only once by nature -- you can imagine there are a number of heroes and martyrs. Unfortunately for those that died at the hands of English pirates or Teddy Roosevelt´s Marines, this monument is only for the victims of the most recent revolution.


Me, basking in the glow of our $8-a-night room. The cock next door crowed constantly, but the noise of construction outside usually drowned it out.








León, at Christmas. Note the wire tree hanging from something.













Isolde, at prison. We hiked with a guide for about a mile to get to this deserted torture chamber. It was run by Somoza, the man who FDR praised for being our son-of-a-bitch. He may have been ours. It seems he was certianly a son-of-a-bitch.







Our guide -- also our taxi driver, a law student, and police captian´s son -- leading Isolde back toward the city dump. We walked through it to get to the prison. Sorry mom. Don´t worry about that haze though. The dump wasn´t steaming.

It was smoking.