Pulling into Correntos, Nicaragua for an emergency fuel stop was an adventure I will never forget. Arriving in the midst of govermental reconstruction and a trucker's strike, the evening air would echo with the murmer of huge crowds in rallies of sorts, with load voices on bullhorns that would last until the wee hours of the morning. On our final night there was machine gun fire which echoed over our anchorage. Fuel in our tanks we headed out the next day.
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