Me and Melvin were concerned when we decided to live and work in Managua until we’d find a suitable beachfront property and sufficient funding to build the Conservation Lodge of our dreams.
This was mainly because of two reasons:
1. We are nature lovers: we love to be outside, close to the ocean, close to forests and mountains, somewhere rural and remote, where only bird sounds break the silence of palm leaves shaking gently in the wind. So how would we feel when we suddenly live in Nicaragua’s capitol city, among 1.050.000 other people, concrete, noise, traffic, and the usual “big city chaos”?
2. Managua’s reputation is bad. Even the Nicaraguans consider it to be one of the unsafest places on earth, where it is likely to get stabbed, robbed or kidnapped. Melvin, after having lived in a safe oceanfront village for his whole life, told me: “you should always take a taxi, even during the day. And at night, don’t even dare to make two steps out of your door alone”. Continue reading “Living in Managua – the city of trees”