On the ninety-seventh day of my journey, I came to Nicaragua after a grueling fourteen hours across parts of three countries. At 11:30 at night I…
Got off the bus in the oldest Spanish city in Nicaragua in late morning, feverish. After nine days feeling exhausted…
Woke up in my tent in the yard of Casa Cristina, knowing I had a border to cross that day. I’d have to be on point to make the…