Desperate times call for desperate measures.
And this was indeed a desperate time. Down to our last day of clothing, and with no sign of the woman we normally pay to clean our clothes for the last 2 weeks, Andrea and I took matters into our own hands this afternoon (literally). Unfortunately, in the middle of the afternoon came a massive tormenta (storm) that prevented us from hanging our clean, wet clothes outside.
Thus the improvisational drying strategy you see above. Strange, I admit. But effective, as after 4 hours of fan-generated wind, these clothes are practically dry.
Only in Nicaragua...
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