Tuesday-- Home

Tuesday morning
Took taxi to airport and arrived there very early-- luggage was hand searched.  Young lady searching, liked my carved bowl I bought.    We waited and waited and waited.  Were called by name to get in line for the plane, they have trouble with my name-- too many vowels.  Just Pike would have been easier-- no problem with David, Walter, Harry, Bill, Steve or Marjory, but Earlene had them confused.

We got to the airport in Managua and of course, the United desk wasn't open, Harry asked when it would be and the man told him "once"  (eleven in Spanish).

One way to relax in the airport

We waited in line about 1 1/2 hours til they were finally open.

 While we waited, we "people watched" and saw this woman throwing a fit at a counter a bit away from us.  she was screaming at the workers in Spanish and stomping off and coming back.  She had a child - about 2 yrs old) with her who kept going behind the counter to ride the conveyer belt that sends suitcases back to the loading area.  At one point, she went behind the counter to pound on their conputer.   At least we had something interesting to watch.











Got thru security with no problem, went upstairs and waited and waited.

At the Managua airport- most of busts are of women

Flew to Houston, went thru customs, met a man who used to live in Arlington and attended the Fielder St Baptist church and we were on our way.  Ate in an interesting booth kinds place where orders were only taken on a tablet and payment only with card and no paper receipts available.  It was okay, and unusual experience.  Never paid so much for a ham and cheese sandwich, but it was an airport afterall.

Flew to DFW and the trip was over.