Final night in Nica

So we're back in the big bad city of Managua. After reading about lots of people being robbed in Taxi's I had my fingers crossed. But of course we were fine, I'm getting very cocky now but I really don't think these cities are as bad as people make out. The days of me stuffing money in my bra are thankfully ( for the money's sake) behind us.

Philippa had already said we deserved a nice night on our last night, so we booked into a hotel called Casa Naranja - top end in lonely planet no less. We arrived and they bought us over fresh chilled juices. We're not used to this :-) The bathroom had actual hot water, flannels and room to have a little dance in the shower. Better than my flat! We like this place. I'm not known for my love of showering but I decided to use the shower not once but twice. This place must be special.

After congratulating ourselves on our good fortune we headed out up to a Peruvian restaurant called La Terraza. Jess had enjoyed the ceviche we had on the islands, and it originated in Peru - so ceviche us up. The place was lovely - we had our ceviche de camarones - and it was as juicy, zesty and firey as we'd hoped. Philippa had an ice cold glass of Sauvignon Blanc as her starter - piss head. When I saw Jugo de Maracuja on the menu I fell in love with the restaurant. For anyone who hasn't had a freshly juiced Passion fruit juice before -I'm telling you sort it out. Heaven in a glass. My brazil girls will testify to this.

Bellies full it was back to our plush abode.

Final task - buy lots of bottles of rum - get on a plane - and try to not get robbed on the way there. Simple.

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