Life in Nicaragua

[LastLion]

Originally Posted by John Wayne

Look, I can´t find the threads, I am not very literate in this thing, but I am able to type a bit, can you give me a little more direction on the threads?

A little about us!

Wow what a great story?

How the hell did John Wayne end up in nicaragua with a indian princess!!! Fill us in mr? I got to know ?

[Flaco]

I have spent a week in Corrinto. It is a sleepy port village one of the seaman off the ship married a local girl and now has a cantina on the beach. It is dirt cheap and the people are friendly, but for my 2 cents I prefer Colombia.

[John Wayne]

Originally Posted by LastLion

A little about us!

Wow what a great story?

How the hell did John Wayne end up in nicaragua with a indian princess!!! Fill us in mr? I got to know ?

It is quite a long story of how John Wayne wound up in Nicaragua, and marrying a Miskito Indian Princess, but it all started in Costa Rica like this...

http://www.therealnicaragua.com/vb/f...read.php?t=131

[Tinto]

Originally Posted by John Wayne;

It is quite a long story of how John Wayne wound up in Nicaragua, and marrying a Miskito Indian Princess, but it all started in Costa Rica like this...

http://www.therealnicaragua.com/vb/f...read.php?t=131

Hey Big John,

Welcome to the board and thanks for your participation! I had a good time reading your story on the Nica forum. Keep 'em coming!

[LastLion]

Originally Posted by John Wayne

It is quite a long story of how John Wayne wound up in Nicaragua, and marrying a Miskito Indian Princess, but it all started in Costa Rica like this...

http://www.therealnicaragua.com/vb/f...read.php?t=131

That one hell of a story, I will have to get back to it more of it later!!!

[Tinto]

I found out accident that John's saga is longer than that one link he provided. For the continuation of the story keep pressing "Next Thread" at the bottom of each page.

[John Wayne]

Saturday nights in one of the last frontier Towns


The Atlantic Coast people love their loud disco music and to toss down some of the local Flor de Caña rum or cold beer.

There were two disco’s in town, one the Jumbo, and the other, called the Blue Beach, and it was always a toss up which one the crowd would favor on any particular Saturday night.

They were within 3 blocks of each other.

When I’d go, I always did enjoy going to the one that had the most people in it because I did not know how to really dance, and I could get on the crowded floor and just act like it, and swing my arms in the air and they all thought I knew what I was doing.

I really liked to dance with all the women, and they did too, most danced with each other because of lack of a partner, and I could go from one to the next just like square dancing and everybody enjoyed it.

When you are dancing with ‘em you are not passing much time drinking.

Most all of the women drank cokes or orange drinks; very few drank the liquor or beer.

Inevitably three or four times in the night, all the lights would come on inside the disco, and sometimes two men would have to be escorted outside.

No fighting, weapons or knives were allowed inside.

This was strict.

When the guy’s were outside, the police took over, they were checked well for weapons, and the crowd made to leave them alone.

They were allowed to go one on one, and the loser would “Drop jail”.

I kinda liked that, I had never seen it done that way before.

By midnight what few men were there, can hardly stand up, are going home, or else where, and there I am with all these pretty women almost alone, and most of ‘em not married or in an arrangement.

On the way home one Saturday night, in about 1993, Sunday morning actually, 2 am, I was escorting a woman to her home from the disco.

We were walking along one of the main streets in town going north, which had an occasional light.

As we walked and talked, I once in a while stopped and looked all around us, I am a careful, observant man.

I had gotten into a dangerous situation as a younger man in the States, and you don’t forget those things.

The reason we were there in the first place, was we were really enjoying the dancing, and there were no taxis to be had when we came out of the disco.

Three young men were walking behind us about 30 yards back.

Each time we stopped and I glanced their way, they stopped too.

They carried no rifles or machetes that I could see, so I did not alarm her, because it could have been nothing.

She was paying attention to me and I kinda liked that.

But something was nagging my mind about this, and we were going to have to cut thru a dark side street to get to where we were going.

Remembering the old Boy Scout motto about being prepared, I got ready for what I suspected might happen.

When we started into the side street that runs between the two principal north south running streets.

I changed the side of me she had been walking on putting her on my left side, and we walked on the left side of the street.

This was right in front of Melvin Warmans Bakery, that he named “Next Bar”.

I reached behind me with my right hand and took the Baby Beretta that I still legally carry, out of its pouch.

I had had a leather pouch made so it all fit in my back pocket and resembled a wallet.

I stopped us right on the edge of the limits of the wash of light from the street lamp, and they did to stop, right under the light still about 30 yards from us.

The reason I stopped there, was if there was a problem, I wanted it on my terms, and not theirs.

These boys were stupid; I guess they were drawing straws under the light to see who made the assault.

One of them took off his shirt and tied it around his face and pulled a knife and came running toward us.

Good, I thought, one on one, I did not have to deal with all three at one time, that made me feel better.

By the time he got to within 6 feet of me demanding my wallet, I had the pistol cocked and pointed between his eyes. The woman was fricking out, but thank God she did not hold on to me, or get in my way.

This pistol has an accurate and effective design range of 7 yards or 21 feet.

It might look like a toy, but it is not, it will penetrate the human skull or the ribcage in a center of mass shot, with full metal jacketed bullets.

I had promised myself years ago, if anyone wanted to take anything from me, all they would get is a fight, even if it killed me.

Now I could have easily killed the stupid F*** at this time, and perhaps only had to pay his family a little money for his life, but instead I just scared the **** out of him, by moving it just to the side, and firing close to
his head.

He dropped the knife and ran, his buddies did to.

Funny how in the quite of the morning, that little gun sounded like much more than it is.

The woman was still freaked out crying, “let’s go, let’s go,” so we went.

It’s strange how a brush with real danger, can cause people to become excited………….

The night had a wonderful ending.

And my adventure in Nicaragua continues

John Wayne

[HonkyTonk]

JohnR and John Wayne, my appologies for deleting the link you both put up in this thread. Ray and I are on the lookout for spammers since the Board went public. Ray initially thought the site was a spammer and edited the link, but it isn't. I wasn't told it was an ok link and edited it again.

As I remove my foot from my mouth, can someone give me the original link so I can reinsert it into JohnR and John W's posts?

Thank you...

PS: Welcome to GringoTalk where we tell it like it is even if we mess up a few things from time to time

[Tinto]

Here ya go Tonk:

http://www.therealnicaragua.com/vb/forums/index.php

[HonkyTonk]

I don't want JohnR to be turned away by the edit. Can someone shoot him an email explaining the mishap? He's already been sent a PM on this Board, but he has to sign in to see it.

Thanks...and thanks for the link Tinto!