Puerto Corinto (Porto Cor-rin-toe) Nicaragua
Not a cloud in the sky and broiling hot. Stifling hot and we've not reached the most southbound yet. This small town is very VERY poor, more so than Guatemala since we didn't see a town there, but as you can see from the pictures, a clean town. When you have nothing, there isn't any liter.
Street children aged 5-7 yrs old tapping your arm with a begging look and one finger held up "One dolla?" is all the English they know. Less than an hour in town and 5 are asking me. It is very sad to say no but we know the child will not be able to keep the money. It's heartbreaking.
Dogs and mules pulling carts are starving, all their ribs are showing. I pray these people know Jesus and will one day enjoy Heaven with us. Here too are the Pedi carts that were offered several times to us.
We buy coffee and a small curio. I pull out my umbrella for some shade as I'm dripping wet from the humidity and heat.
We return to our ship with almost a guilty feeling of what we have compared to them. Yet another country where w/o education the children will never leave.
Talk overheard all around us at dinner was about the poor country and starving animals. It affected us all.
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