At only four days, my time in Leon was regrettably short. Latina Hostel had quickly become my traveling home, while the streets of Leon rapidly became my regular stomping ground. 

Though Leon is the second largest city in Nicaragua, it has a small town feel that's entirely different from the big city attitude of Managua. In Managua, the presence of the police are noticeable. Whereas in Leon, I never caught sight of them. A couple high rises, mostly - if not all - hotels, punctuate the Managua sky, while nothing but clouds and sun remained the sole occupants of Leon's. Traffic lights and stop signs are more diligently obeyed in the capital city, with honking the preferred alternative traffic control system in Leon.

The pilot pulled a double bump landing, bouncing us twice before the plane slowed and headed to our gate. It was a little past midnight in Managua, the capital of Nicaragua and home to roughly 25% of the population. The largest country in Central America, Nicaragua has been witnessing tremendous growth in tourism - and I am here to help push that along.

After going through immigration, paying for the $10 tourist card, and zipping through customs, I was on the hunt for my taxi driver who was supposedly dispatched by my hostel. 

I ushered away the taxi drivers following me, and continued my search for the driver who seemed to be playing hide and go seek with me. After 10 minutes of futile searching, I gave in to the next taxi driver who approached me. The night wasn't getting any younger. 

I followed him as he led me across the road that separated the airport waiting area from the parking lot. Then I continued following him as he kept walking through the parking lot and onto the street. By that point, I was in an area that was dark and less than ideal for one in the morning. As I was about to ask him "Donde esta el auto?" we had arrived.