Becoming a Sea Turtle Conservationist

Hello San Juan del Sur, you ugly little beachfront town

Well, we finally moved to San Juan del Sur, after discussing it again and again for months. I wasn’t happy at first, simply because Managua offered me some kind of useful infrastructure (great supermarkets, useful hospital and medical center, shopping malls, western fast food restaurants etc.) and because I did not want to be one of those 2000 foreigners who come to “exotic” Nicaragua and end up in the most touristic, development-spoilt town in this country.

Also, I get a heart attack every time I stroll along the beach. Simply, because it is ALL FULL of restaurants and bars, owned by some richer locals who still want to jump on the tourist train. They think the closer they are to the ocean the more tourists will come in and eat. However, besides public holidays, I see a nearly empty beach and five waiters standing outside of each restaurant waiting desperately for some guests. Continue reading “Hello San Juan del Sur, you ugly little beachfront town”


Just another ordinary German in Nicaragua

Wow. I really think my life right now is a bit boring. Or let’s say: ordinary. Totally normal. I live together with my partner in a rented apartment. I work from Monday until Friday. I watch over the money I spend throughout the week. I have a car. I have two cats. From time to time I do some kind of work-out to work against that fat belly. On the weekends I go on fun trips to the beach or to the mountains, watching my man surf, relaxing and discovering new places. I keep dreaming about a better future.

I learned to be a Geographer. I then planned to become a sea turtle conservationist. I dreamed about being an eco-hotel owner. But for now, I am just a pretty boring freelancer.
My work life is about the exact opposite of what I wanted it to be. I work on the computer all day long, I don’t move at all and live very unhealthy, and I don’t talk to anyone until my man comes back home in the afternoon. Continue reading “Just another ordinary German in Nicaragua”

Love and frustration: about cars, poachers and cats


People who have seen me around cats before know that I LOVE them. But I never had them as a pet myself. Now, living in Nicaragua with a high kitten supply and low animal welfare standards, it was the right time for me to finally get my very own kittens. With just six weeks of age the two were transferred from Melvin’s hometown to the big city. Here, they have stayed in the patio and kitchen ever since, which – with all the people, furniture and plants around – is a huge semi-outdoor playground for them. They are running, whirling and playing around, meaouwing, eating, sleeping and being indefinitely adorable. Continue reading “Love and frustration: about cars, poachers and cats”

Living in Managua – the city of trees

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”

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