When tourists go to Rivas, they are usually headed to the island of Ometepe. But we've already done that. So this year we just admired it from afar. I love taking photos on this rustic, local beach.
This year, Rivas was our destination. I love driving through the busy town. My husband, not so much. That's because he's driving. At one point, we ended up trapped in a crowded street bazaar. I'm sure cars weren't even supposed to be there. But with all the one ways, people and foreign confusion, it is easy to end up in the wrong spot. Luckily, nobody threw a yucca at us. It kind of reminded me of a movie scene from Raiders of the Lost Arc. I like to imagine we were fleeing from angry Germans, so we drove into a crowded street fair where they were selling olives and exotic spices and were swarmed by helpful locals. They hid our vehicle with their bodies. Later, nuns hid us in the cemetery behind this church. Oh wait, that was another movie.
I thought the architecture was stunning.
Christ with his open arms makes this post appropriate for Easter weekend. Actually, Christ and one of his flock.
The real reason we were in Rivas, was to tour the Museo de Antropologiae Historia and Hacienda Ursula. It houses artifacts gathered from the ancient city of Quauhcapolca dating to AD 1000. (I hope I spelled all of that right. I gathered it from the scribbling in my travel diary.) There was a scattering of interesting objects. But mostly just some ghastly taxidermy. I mean the scariest, creepiest ever!
The lovely Hacienda.
A cool artifact.
I didn't go on what I like to call a "photo safari" in Rivas, but I did capture this graffiti and a little crumbling color.
Back on the beach, the local buses amused me.
Number 4 in front of Concepcion.
My favorite photo from our 2017 trip!
I posted Christ of the Mercy over the Easter holiday after our first trip to Nicaragua. Visit that post if you are feeling sentimental. Or missed it the first time.
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