February 21, 2011
Hotel Bosque, Managua, Nicaragua
Let’s be honest: you can’t truly say “que sabrosa” and mean it until you’ve tried the food Nicaragua has to offer. Shish kebabs, piles of rice, small fruit pies that have strange names and delicious flavors… It is All Sorts of Wonderful.
We just arrived at Hotel Bosque Las Nubes, a small pocket of land nestled in Managua and spotted with small huts, a much-needed pool, and wild birds meandering about. We stepped out of the vans just as the sun went down. And by that, I mean it was almost pitch black with little hope of light or life. This was a blackness only to be conquered by the mastering of a sort of strange shuffle/stumble mode of walking, which would either lead you to your assigned cabin or into the nearest palm tree…
So there I was. At 5’2, [wait for the pun…] I am nothing short of all sorts of situations when it comes to heavy lifting. And this night was no different. Luckily, I was in the lucky percentile to make it to my cabin and after a bit of dark-hearted muttering, I maneuvered my suitcase up the stairs. Until the stairs began to move with my suitcase.
Oh, yes indeed it seemed that what I had mistaken for concrete stairs was more of a… gentle suggestion put there by nature as to how to get up the hill, but not intended for any specific purpose and able to move at a moment’s notice. No-ho-ho bueno. After disentangling my now spiteful suitcase from the rock, my roommate Bethany and I tumbled into our cabin. What we came upon was an odd pairing of beds. One was a small bed clearly meant for only one individual and sporting a vivacious Nicaraguan patterned bed coverlet. The other bed… THE OTHER BED.
The other bed is the length of me & ½ and the WIDTH is of almost equal distance. It is swathed entirely in white – white linens, white bed sheets, white pillowcases and is literally the largest piece of furniture I have yet to meet. Due to its dynamic size and interesting color pallet, I have taken to calling it “the marriage bed.”
Now, the fact that this is it’s nickname as well as the ratio of beds to the number of people would make one think that we would each be sleeping in our own bed.
At dinner, while filling ourselves with “que sabrosa!”-worthy dishes, Dr. Good mentioned the ever-so appetizing effects of bug beds, which are fickle little friends who like to enjoy a good snuggle in the wee hours of the morning with the bed inhabitants. We were told these little buggers “become active” around 3-4 am and tend to leave large, albeit not harmful, bites on their victim and are most commonly flat in shape and burrow in the lining of mattresses. …And that was the end of Bethany and I sleeping separately. Now, as the darkness grows incomprehensibly EVEN darker, Bethany and I have begun preparations for our war against the bug beds. We have fully rejected the use of the bed sheets and instead will be sleeping on top of the white coverlet and laying the Nicaraguan coverlet over us, wrapping ourselves in the top sheets in a sort of haphazard hotdog-style fashion and whatever strange concoction of pajamas we can come up with in order to avoid having the next few days being devoted to insect itching.
In the case of bed bugs vs. travelers, this is war. We are like modern-day Sandinistas…