I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: sometimes the small, unassuming towns give you some of your very best travel experiences. So when our bus turned out to not go directly to Granada we hopped off in the town of Rivas, hoping for the best. The other fiver or so odd foreigners immediately hopped on the bike taxis and headed toward the island of Ometepe while we decided to save some cash and stay in Rivas for the night.
We’re glad we did. Incredibly friendly people, delicious food, and even a police fleet of Lada for the Russky to exclaim over all made Rivas a great little pit stop. So here’s a (long overdue) peek into our brief stopover in Rivas, Nicaragua: