{"id":22428,"date":"2023-06-01T00:01:41","date_gmt":"2023-06-01T07:01:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/exhaustnotes.us\/blog\/?p=22428"},"modified":"2023-05-26T12:54:44","modified_gmt":"2023-05-26T19:54:44","slug":"life-as-a-digital-nomad-part-3-nicaragua","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/exhaustnotes.us\/blog\/index.php\/2023\/06\/01\/life-as-a-digital-nomad-part-3-nicaragua\/","title":{"rendered":"Life as a Digital Nomad: Part 3 (Nicaragua)"},"content":{"rendered":"
By Mike Huber<\/strong><\/h6>\n

My flight that had left Boston landed safely in Managua, Nicaragua and I was ready to begin my next adventure working remotely. To ensure a smooth transition to a new country I took a week of vacation so I could test out the Wi-Fi, adjust to the new environment, and take some time to relax after the whirlwind of tasks that had been completed prior to leaving the United States.\u00a0 Getting off the wheel that many are trapped in isn\u2019t the easiest or least stressful thing to accomplish.\u00a0 As I would later learn, it is much easier to re-enter the wheel then it is to exit it.\u00a0 To clarify when I say \u201cwheel\u201d I am referring to how most live their lives with an apartment, car, routines, etc.\u00a0 There is nothing wrong with living a life inside the wheel, and I am not one to judge, but for me it just felt wrong living that way.\u00a0 I am not sure if it was too cookie cutter or that I found it monotonous and unfulfilling.\u00a0 Either way the wheel wouldn\u2019t be something I had to think about for the foreseeable future.<\/p>\n

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Upon arriving in the tiny jungle village of El Rosario (a 2-hour mountainous drive from the humidity, crowds, and heat of Managua) I gazed upon my new home with glee.\u00a0 It was a small 3-bedroom ranch on about 4 acres of land with every plant, vegetable, and fruit you could possibly imagine.\u00a0 All this beauty was just steps away from my hammock on the front porch where I could relax and gaze out into the lush jungle.<\/p>\n

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Once my week of vacation was wrapped up, I began my usual work routine but a tad different from that in Boston.\u00a0 The morning entailed going outside to retrieve eggs from the chickens, coconuts, pineapples, starfruit, dragon fruit, and of course, some hot chillis to add a kick to breakfast.\u00a0 This area of Nicaragua was very secluded, so it wasn\u2019t long before I realized how much time I was spending working and really beginning to get out of my funk I had been in a few weeks prior.<\/p>\n

After my 2nd<\/sup> successful week in El Rosario, I felt this would be my home for the next few months and wanted to add some more character to it.\u00a0 Running was a big pastime of mine.\u00a0 This activity helped me meet the locals and build relationships within the community.\u00a0 One of the neighbors had an amazing property to include a monkey named Paco.\u00a0 Now Paco was not very friendly, and it seemed after you gave him a couple beers, he got even less friendly, nevertheless this was one of my favorite stops along my run (mainly since the owner would give me a beer or two to rehydrate).\u00a0 After chatting with him I noticed he owned a couple beautiful Rottweilers and they had recently given birth to six cute little puppies.\u00a0 That was it: I bought two of the little guys for $30 and brought them back to the ranch.<\/p>\n

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Now my life in Nicaragua felt complete. I now had two bad ass little puppies that would join me every morning when I went out to gather food for breakfast.\u00a0 They would also make a great addition to the security of the property.\u00a0 This was disappointing to the neighbors who had a hole in their fence.\u00a0 It didn\u2019t take long before they noticed their chickens began to go missing. It seems the chickens had a curiosity of what was on the other side of the fence.\u00a0 Death.\u00a0 Death was on the other side of that fence.\u00a0 As soon as they meandered into the yard there would be a loud squawk followed by an explosion of feathers, and that is how my new pups were fed.\u00a0 Of course, this only went on a couple weeks until the neighbor became highly motivated to repair the hole in his fence.<\/p>\n

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After two incredible months of living in Nicaragua working by day and spending the evenings in the hammock with my dogs lying next to me as I drank Flor de Ca\u00f1a rum, I started to think it may be time to move to my next location.\u00a0 The biggest and possibly only issue I had with living there was the isolation.\u00a0 I was miles from any town, I didn\u2019t have a car, and I was living essentially on a 4-acre compound.\u00a0 The property was surrounded by 8-foot walls with concertina wire on top.\u00a0 Don\u2019t get me wrong.\u00a0 It was a safe area and I never felt in danger, but the risk of theft or a break-in was always there. \u00a0After a week debating whether to move or not, I decided to pack it up and take a 26-hour local bus ride to Panama. Once again, boarding a vehicle to a new destination, I felt stress just as intense as departing Boston. Would Panama work out as well as Nicaragua?<\/p>\n

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