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Where the streets have no name

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel, sunlight on my face
See that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
U2

Mark and I are in hostel Esperanza. Where? In San Juan del Sur. Where precisely? I can’t tell you to be honest; even if I want. This is Nicaragua, this is the country where the streets have no name, the country U2 is singing about. It’s a bit of a hassle every now and then. This Sunday I want to go trance dancing. That trance dance is held at a yoga school here in town. Where it is? No clue. There is no address on the website, simple because there is no address.
They do have addresses out here, but you have to be a local to work them out. See, this hostel is ‘next to the beach, one block away from the last ATM’. Now that is a hostel that I can find, but the yoga school is ‘one block down from the ocean, second street right and than five hundred meters after where the big tree use to be’. So I’m looking for a tree that is not there anymore and than just walk five hundred meters on.

Most town have their own ‘code’ as well. If you’re looking for a place in Managua (the capital of Nicaragua) locals will tell you to walk ‘al lago’ (to the lake) or arriba (up) or abajo (down). Those last two directions stand for east and west. Sur (south) is the easiest one, meaning just walk south.

Postcodes don’t exist as well. Making it hard for Nicaraguan companies to do business with companies in other countries. For instance La Mariposa, the Spanish school I will work the next couple of months, wanted a PayPal account, but couldn’t get one. Why? Because the PayPal system needs an post code. If you don’t have one, you won’t get an account. Sounds a bit like Dutch bureaucracy.

So tomorrow we’ll probably go surfing. Mark wants to take a class, I just want to fall in the water. Where we will be surfing? Three beaches up and than in front of the surf school with the big pink board outside.

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