Stuck in Nicaragua

We stayed in the hostle in Leon for a couple of days. We decided that it was time to head south so we grabbed our packs, and walked the mile to the Bus area. The next large city down was Managua about 50 kilometers away. We threw our bags on top of a family looking van and paid a dollar or so for the ride. While on the drive we found out one of the other travelers in the bus was from Oregon, which is a little weird since we have met so many people down here from Oregon. We got to Managua, ate lunch, and jumped on another van to the beautiful city of Gernada. We had met a guy in the Leon hostle that worked in a hostle in Gernada caslled the Bearded Monkey, so that is now where we are residing. We were talking to this retired navy guy who owns a bar down the street from the Bearded Monkey, and he told us that we were probably going to have problems with getting Bob out of this country because the van is directly attached to his passport. We decided that we should probably go to the embassy insted of just trying to bribe, or sneak Bob across the border. The Embassy isn´t open until Monday, so we´ve been crashing in Gernada, partying hard (always), and meeting a lot of amazing people. I really wish I could write about every amazing person we´ve met so far. They come from every corner of the world, and are here for a million different reasons. BUT ALAS!!! There are not enought hours in this life to write of every other persons life, so you´re stuck with my stories.