Nicaruaguan Cigars and a Suicidal Dog

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar
You’re gonna go far, you’re gonna fly high
You’re never gonna die
You’re gonna make it, if you try
They’re gonna love you..

So immediately upon arrival to Nicaragua I was given a tasty cigar by a guy who owns a little cigar factory in Estella.
Trying to use Google Translate to see what we are talking about.

Of note.. Estella Nicaragua is home to MANY cigars. There are some 250 cigar factories in the space of a small town. So pretty much everyone works at one in the town.

So guess we should do a tour!

Inspecting the pallets of tobacco leaves.

The dried leaves feel more like leather and have a “stronger than you would expect” constancy to them.

Getting my nose up in there for a smell

One of the many professional cigar rollers

The cigar press is used for about 24 hours, with a 1/4 turn of the cigars at the 12 hour mark in order to squeeze the cigars into the proper shape

My turn to roll one! With tutelage from an expert.

A mural in the front with the owner (far Right) and founder (Far Left)

After leaving Estella we were driving down the road to go to another coffee tour. It was a beautiful day and we were carefree in the middle of nowhere when a random street dog ran in front of the bike. We were going about 50 mph when the dog un-kindly lodged himself in my front tire. The bike (and us) went down on the bikes left side. After tumbling down the road a bit Carmen and I came to and found ourselves badly scraped and bruised with the thought of potential broken bones. 
Some local Nicaraguans came over and helped us up and gave us some water and coffee. After putting the broken parts of the bike and our gear away we hobbled down the street 4 miles to the nearest town and rented the nicest room in the nicest hotel that we could find (don’t expect much, it is Central America.) We then went to the local “Free Hospital” to be X-rayed and examined.

No broken bones but we did spend the next 4 days in a hotel room moving as little as possible. Once recovered we continues on our way, forever scared of mind with the thought of Nicaraguan Dogs.

The moral of the story, wear your gear!  Because of our jackets and helmets we walked away with minimal injuries.
Filling out Spanish Hospital forms using google translate

Shoulder X-rays

A little Road Rash on Carmen

My Motorcycle Jacket doing it’s job

Of note, we are in Alabama now and will be finishing up the trip from memory and photos as we prepare for the next adventure.
Stay Tuned!

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