We got here yesterday, after the usual travel indignities.
What we like about Ol’ Billy, our daughter’s blind dog, is the way he bears his afflictions with grace, which is the best any of us can do.
He asks for no special treatment. He doesn’t expect to board the aircraft first or find a special parking place waiting for him outside the terminal. Nor has he let himself get so fat he can’t walk through the terminal on his own legs.
Instead, he does his best, and counts on the kindness of friends and strangers when he needs it. This not only helps him get where he is going, it also gives his human friends a chance to show a genuine and decent emotion towards him.
He also offers some comfort to those of us forced to suffer the usual indignities of modern air travel…
Among the indignities visited on a weary traveller in the USA is the Transportation Security Administration (TSA). The presumption is that an airline passenger who has not been properly inspected by the TSA is more likely to blow up a plane than one who has been given a good once over.
But where is the evidence? There is none.
Speaking for ourself, we rarely cause mayhem on a commercial flight. It is only after a good pat-down that we even bother to think about it.
As for the statistics, the rate of violent incidents involving airplanes was tiny before the TSA. It is tiny still.
And at least one test suggests that the TSA doesn’t make any difference anyway; people can still get weapons past the ‘security’ team…and could still wreak havoc in the air if they wanted to.
But wait…the TSA apologist will say…‘if we save even one life, that will be worth it.’ But will it?
Life is time. The average one lasts about 613,000 hours, including time spent sleeping. That’s the same as 2.5 million people, spending 15 minutes each, waiting to get approved by the TSA.
And since the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) claims there are about 2.6 million people taking to the skies every day, the total time wasted must be equal to about 380 whole lifetimes each year.
We don’t know if the TSA saved a single life — ever.
But we know, grosso modo, that it has deadened about 6,800 travellers over the last 18 years. And that doesn’t count the 57,000 TSA employees whose careers are wasted doing something badly that is probably not worth doing at all.
But let’s move on…with a quick update about what is going on here.
As you know, Nicaragua, like Venezuela, is in the middle of a power struggle. The proximate cause is a tax increase. But the trouble runs much deeper…
When we arrived at the airport yesterday afternoon, there were very few people there. And out on the street, it was calm…with little traffic.
Trash lined the streets. Rusting rebar stuck up on the job sites. Teams of oxen pulled their carts, just as they always did. A shack beside the road advertised itself as a ‘beauty room.’
Drivers slept on hammocks slung under their trucks, just as they always did.
‘You wouldn’t think the country was on the verge of a civil war,’ we said to the driver.
‘No…but it is.’
With hardly any coaxing, he opened up.
‘The problem is political. The current government is corrupt. Everyone knows it. But there’s no way to express ourselves through our [congress]. It is dominated by the Sandinistas [the political party in control of the government].
‘So far, about 300 people have been killed in protests and nobody knows how many have been picked up and ‘disappeared’ by the government. That’s the thing, you don’t know anything. We don’t know what’s happening.
‘It looks like Ortega [Daniel Ortega, the president] is trying to calm things down, by adjusting his tax proposal so it hits the rich more than the average guy.
‘And there was a group of Europeans who came to Managua this week. They told Ortega that they wouldn’t give him any more money unless the government opened a dialog with the people and tried to re-establish its legitimacy. But that’s clearly going to be a sham…’
Later, we got the low-down from an old friend:
‘Nobody knows anything,’ he began. ‘Rumours are going around like crazy. We hear that Ortega is in the illegal drug business along with the Venezuelan generals. Then, we hear that he’s ready to call it quits. You hear things. You don’t know what to believe.
‘But here’s the bottom line as far as I’m concerned. Sooner or later, this government is going away. And Nicaragua will still be here. And then, this whole area is going to take off…partly because of the work you’ve done.
‘Anyone who comes here sees that it is a paradise. And down here, [we are down on the south coast, far from Managua] it has always been very peaceful. We haven’t had any problem. So, I’m betting that when Ortega leaves, the tourists will come back and the place will boom.’
The waves crashed on the rocks last night, as the red sun sank into the sea, as it always does. A few surfers continued riding the waves until after dark.
There aren’t many norteamericanos here now. They’ve been scared away by the bad press. But one stopped by to say hello. Dressed in shorts and sandals, he began:
‘I’ve been reading you for years.’
‘Well, I apologise…’
‘No, no…no need to apologise. You’re responsible for getting me here. And I love it. I’ve been coming here since 2004.
‘I bought a place down the beach. I’m retired so I can spend the winters down here. I sent photos of myself on the beach to my son in Michigan. He sent me a photo…dressed up like Nanook of the North.