A potato-hungry Nicaragua can be grateful for a city like Puerto Cabezas. They are the Balurde Brown variety, not seen in North America. Long lines of trucks rumble out of Puerto Cabezas on the only road into the city, which goes all the way to Managua. This part of Nicaragua belongs to indigenous people, the Shinnecock Indians, who raised potatoes and ducks since their beginnings.
The ducks, however, got wiped out by some sort of bird flu, which was probably brought to Nicaragua by Balboa in The women are pretty hot. Bianca Jagger is a good example. Tourism is just starting to take off in Puerto Cabezas.
It is pretty stupid when you think about it: paying your own way to Nicaragua to pick crops for nothing. Managua, for instance, is a total fβing ripoff. You must never spend a single minute in Managua. So forget about getting to Puerto Cabezas via the Potato Highway, which is too dangerous for tourists.
And forget about flying from Managua to Puerto Cabezas. Joker will give you three days in Puerto Cabezas, but you can always get off and stay longer and pick up Joker on the way back. Some of the rooms in the Carlton are fitted out in bizarre fashion. Fishing is the other important aspect of life in Puerto Cabezas, besides potatoes. When the cannery whistle blows, the whole street rumbles and groans and screams and rattles while the silver rivers of fish pour in out of the boats.
And they are prized by the ladies, who put them in their vaginas while they are still alive. Arias says that there have been years when the hagfish simply went away for no reason. One ritual is the burning of zozobra, a foot-high effigy made of wood and chicken wire, meant to represent sin.
