The first half of my birthday was certainly memorable and to kick off the evening I did what any birthday girl would do – I ate a hamburger the size of my head from one of Leon’s delicious street vendors.
Looking back I should have only eaten half of it; but it was my birthday so I ate until I was so full I wanted to vomit.
Nicaraguan Food
Fortunately fatigue followed and I napped through the massive meat digestion and awoke refreshed and ready for a night out.
Unfortunately I also realized that although I was careful to wear sunscreen while volcano boarding I forgot to put it on my nose.
When Esmeralda and Oscar arrived to take me out for the night they told me I looked like a shrimp, which apparently is the equivalent to saying I was red as a lobster and has no relevance to my height, or lack thereof.
We started the night at Barbaro with the national drink, the Macuá, which is a frozen blend of white rum and tropical fruit juices.
From there we drank like everyone else at the bar, ordering a bottle of Flor de Caña dark rum, water and coke.
I also somehow negotiated with Oscar that I should be allowed to speak English for the night as he usually insists I practice Spanish.
Oscar and Esmerlada had friends at another bar with local music so we changed venues and switched to Toña beer.
It was nice to hang out with people, especially as I was missing my friends from home.
As the nightlife started to slow down with the music ending and bar closing I was famished so I ended up dragging them for quesillos in Central Park.
And while this image is not the clearest, it appropriately reflects how clear I was seeing things toward the end of the night.
And that was my 33rd birthday.
That burger looks AWESOME.
That’s not a hamburger, that’s a small continent made of food.
Firstly, many happy returns. 🙂
Secondly, you only ate half the hamburger, but later you were famished. See, that’s where us guys have the advantage. We save our fast food for later – for example, falling asleep eating pizza on the sofa and waking up the next morning with breakfast attached to our face.
See? You know it makes sense.
I should add I’ve never done this. But I’ve seen someone eat a nasty, clammy kebab for breakfast that they put in the fridge the night before, right against the back…so half the meat was deep-frozen, and crunched with ice as they bit into it. Yes, they didn’t heat it up. And yes, against the odds, they’re still alive, I think (I kinda stopped socialising with him after this memorable event).
Thirdly, that third photo? You have an expression that says “I’m slightly drunk right now and I’m going to get really bladdered, and nobody can stop me. NOBODY.”
What a fun Birthday!!! Your pobre nose though, haha.
Atta girl!!! Sounds like a perfect birthday to me! Mine is in November and I’m already curious what I’m gonna do then.
btw what is volcano boarding? I should look it up.
Happy birthday lady! 🙂
Thanks Juno, For the scoop on volcano boarding check out part one of this post:
https://www.baconismagic.ca/nicaragua/how-i-spent-my-33rd-birthday-part-1-of-2/
Looks like you had a great B’day. I want one of those burgers. http://windowontheprairie.com/ Suzanne 🙂
Even as a vegetarian I must say that burger looks amazing! Great way to spend your birthday.
Was it as good as the traditional ucky fried chicken birthday meal…and what about nanny’s cake…
Feliz cumpleanos…