Nicaragua - Matagalpa

First, i am sorry for all the typos, bad grammar and inconsistency in post names. All of this is written on my kindle reader and as you can guess, kindle was designed more for reading rather than writing or creating any kind of content. Funny thing happened to my kindle btw. When we were staying in Masaya, our room was full of mosquitoes so Vasek used the reppelent in the hope its going to make them leave the room. later i discovered that the drops of the repellent that had fallen on my kindle corroded its surface. Too bad :(... Now back to the story.
We spent the day in Matagalpa just wandering around. As the school year ended, there was a lot of children wearing the school uniforms in the streets. We also accidentally got to some kind of celebration of this. We saw some churches and a museum. To be honest, wandering the city streets doesnt please me much, no matter if in Matagalpa or Granada. I think Vasek has it the same way. We shall consider shrinking the town walks to the neccessary minimum :)
As i mentioned before, Matagalpa is enclosed by mountains and we climbed one of the mountains that has a lookout on top of it. We started the climb later in the afternoon as the weather was too hot before. In the hostel i had a nice chat with a girl from Canada. Meeting new people is refreshing. i do like it.
The climb was steep but short and i daresay it led through the poorest district. They live in cabins made of whatever got into their hands - mostly bricks, mud and some plastic boards. There was a lot of children running around us and talking to us. Sadly i understood none of what they said (guess it were some jokes on our account), except for when a little girl told us: adios, gringos.
We made some jokes about what might happen to us and kept on going.
The view was great. Again, there were a lot of children who finished the school. Some of them started talking to me and we talked (calling it a talk is a exaggeration, though). The children were about 15years old and were drinking vodka and smoking cigarettes. Sad.
We waited for the sunset and left. One of the pupils caught up with us and offered us to go and play volleyball with them. We thanked for the invitation but refused and hurried back to the hostel because it was getting dark quickly. Some of the grown up men from the cabins would shout at us something about gringos but I didnt look back and just walked.
Again, we had dinner with the Swiss guys. Now everyone but me is sleeping.
Good night from Matagalpa...