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May 3, 2007
Whidbey Island, Washington I'm glad I didn't even really think about going to Nicaragua, I knew intuitively in my soul...it was the right thing to do.  And escaping winter rain pain had something to do with the decision.

But it was really really hard to get the brand new chainsaw into the country...(but I did)...denied at the Seattle airport then shipped via express fed ex, got a message from fed ex in Miami, delayed beyond their control, made it too Managua, but then, all offices closed because of week long holdiay, semana santa, made it thru customs, finally got too hotel, only to be told I needed to pay another $400 to get it out of the hotel...but we didn't!  If this chainsaw could talk, oh the places it's been! Finally showed up 3 days before my departue... no price is too great to carve with my saw.

El arte del chainsaw es la revolución!


Heron in guanacosta wood, chainsaw only


mural in san juan del sur of agusto sandino

During Semanta Santa I found out the people celebrate early, like at 5 in the morning, brass marching bands going thru; did I mention LOUD... oh well; I guess the Rumi poem applies here.  "There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise.


I was fortunate to be in the right place at the right time, catching the horse parade in san jorge; big horse country...the horses are the paso fino with the fancy step.


a paso fino with a french braid and a nicaraguan rider


friend fixing the flat  on our ride.