Exiting Nicaragua was the toughest vehicle exit so far. Exiting usually takes about 10 minutes but it took 1.5 hrs in Nicaragua.
I am now comfortable with the usual processes and identifying who are real government officials and who are private helpers with similar looking uniforms.
What was new here was that I needed to get approval stamps from a customs agent and a police officer, who allegedly were around this open square but in fact it was hard to find them.
The police officer had a tough attitude too. After I tried to talk to her multiple times, she replied, “qué dices, chino?” with eye-flattening hand gestures, which dumbfounded me at the moment.
She was blunt and the air was saying that I was a criminal. During the inspection, she made piles of mess outside the car with my things, which I had to organize and store back into the car.
As a small revenge on my part, I told her at the end “qué tengas una buena vida.” with a smile-less face. 😁 Yes, I risked being detained for longer at the frontier, in the worst scenario. Oh, she did not respond or give me a look.
Under the strong sun for hours, I was exhausted and also mentally affected. I do not intend to complain or accuse someone, but at least I wanted to write about today’s feelings. I take the whole thing as part of traveling.
@peñas Blanca’s, nicaragua, February 14, 2018