Something about this town makes me nauseous and no, it is not the local water or the overabundance of cheap rum. There is an odd dynamic between the local Nicaraguans and the ever increasing ex-pat community. Other than the obvious land/market exploitation and the nonexistant desire of these wealthy americans to learn about the local culture, these American men take advantage of the local women (and girls).
A few days ago Justin told his spanish teacher about our encounter with the other hotel guest and his "lady friend". She told him that instances like that are normal occurances here. There are a few Brothels in town, often diguised as a hair salon or other sort of business. However some of these are quite obvious with girls, YOUNG girls loitering around the front steps. Other than flat out prostitution, many of the girls are driven into a less defined position (which actually is prostitution). They are forced by their families to cling onto and older, male ex-pat or tourist. The man will give her gifts, pay her bills-rent-meals in exchange for her company (not just sexual favors). He becomes her boyfriend, and eventually he may give her parents money in exchange for marriage. Its a survival mechanism for poor families that encourages the exploitation of local families. For example, There is an ex-pat man here who lives near us with his Nica girlfriend. She looks to be about 15 years old. He must be over 60. Completely normal here.
This dynamic is not out of the norm in Central America, and it is increasing in Nicaragua because of the influx in tourism and Americans moving here. I was reading an article yesterday that mentioned a study in which 300 Nica street kids were interviewed, and 80 percent admitted to participating in prostitution. A woman who is staying at the same hotel as us, told us that there are a growing number of pedophiles moving to areas of Costa Rica and other large expat communities because their habits are seemingly welcomed by impoverished families.
I noticed today in the San Juan Del Sur paper, that the first womans shelter was opened this week in the town. There are only about three shelters in all of Nicaragua. Women dont have many rights in this country, but it seems like the issues are slowly becoming more aknowledged among communities.
OKAY, now for the more light hearted part about our trip!!
Yesteray was spent at the beach (AGAIN!) no complaints at all. The water is warm, swimming is good, sand is white. We have been eating so much good fun, with the occasional order of juice or weird french toast that tastes like Pepto Bismol. Today we may hike up to the giant fiber glass Jesus that overlooks the bay and tomorrow we are going to Hermosa Beach, where Survivor was filmed, to go surfing. Justin says he will teach me but I think I may be too scared. We are getting a bit restless in this town and cannot wait to go to Omotepe, swim with fresh water sharks, possibly go volcano boarding and sleep in a tree house.
Today I asked for a side of gallo pinto all in Spanish and felt stupidly smug afterwards. I figure as long as I can ask for food and ask where the bathroom is, I should be able to survive. Miss you all!
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