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Hey guys, so here is the deal on my trip to Nicaragua! I was all hopeful to find some hot guys to do something in front of my camera, but at last I discovered getting to the hot guys and then convincing them to do something slightly scandalous is quite hard to do. I went out on Thursday night to only be stopped and trapped within 3 minutes of walking into the bar by local regular guys with inflated egos saying “soy un abagodo” (I’m an attorney). Big deal! I was on the hunt to meet the hot boys but this group of guys kept getting in my way so I finally left. The next night I tried the same bar and this time I was able to talk to the bartender who totally blew me off! I left soon after and went on to their gay club to only be attacked again within 5 minutes by a little guy that would just not leave me alone. Once again, I left without any luck. 
The following day I called a gay hotel called Joluva in the city of Granada (http://club-alegria.com/joluvanicaragua) to find out if they could help me out somehow and the nice owner promised he would. Since I was so over what h
appened Thursday and Friday night in Managua’s bar scene that I decided not to go out and get good rest instead. So on Sunday I made the quick beautiful drive down to Granada past volcanoes and lakes to talk to the owners of Joluva. Francis and Jan, the owners of Joluva, are a really nice Belgian couple that immigrated to Nicaragua a few years ago. I spent the day talking and laughing with them about all kinds of different things.
Jan told me a very interesting story of how he collected money from gays around the world to help out street kids in Granada. Basically, the local church runs a center for street kids and Jan and Francis wanted to donate a water tank and shower facilities so the kids could take showers. A very noble and 
wonderful idea, right? Wrong! The local Bishop found out the donation was coming from “our” kind of people and forced the center organizers to not only refuse any donations from “our” kind of people but to also not allow Jan and Francis to come near the center. So I know what you all are thinking, but come on, I spent much time with this couple and know they have no fishy ideas about their help, but rather found a cause in the city they immigrated to that they wanted to support. While I was at the hotel for 3 days I noticed that many street kids still come to the hotel asking for food or just simply clean water and Jan and Francis try to help them out but do not believe the kids should be coming to them directly for such help especially when there is a center. Go figure, the church is making the local population completely dependent on its own center with its own agenda: to keep the children dependent on the church and strike the fear of almighty in their innocent heads. But in the end, the Bishop can care less about the children especially since they blocked a wonderful donation of a clean water source. If any of you out there are touched by 
this story please let me know! I am very interested in helping build a non-denomination center to help street kids in Granada that will not deny them basic necessities because they have to come from one source: The Church.
Ok, so now I am getting off my soap box, board a plane and will soon let you know what a funky Thanksgiving I had.
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Sometimes it takes me a bit to update this blog, but hey, I have been nicknamed "The Clone" by, well, someone close to Miss Chi Chi LaRue, so you can just imagine I am not at home all the time putzing on my computer. (This post however is being written from the comfort of my bed at home in Miami Beach and not in some exotic place paying an arm and leg for Internet service). Anyhow.....well, After party-o-rama in Madrid, Rich and I took off to Paris to try and get business done, but I really hate the cold (home=miami beach...get it?!?!!?) so I am not as productive and out and about as when I am home in sunny Florida. After scoping Paris I rented a car and drove up to Belgium to visit some family of mine.
I would love to share pics of my grandmother and my extended family in Belgium, but you know, some things I keep a bit private. Sooooooo...Rich and I decided to go to Rotterdam to visit the local retailers (as we did in Brussels and Antwerp). I had never been to Rotterdam, but knew it was a nice modern city, but did not know there is a HUGE problem there. I drove in with French license plates and a weird Euro minivan with tinted windows, oh, and it was a Friday and Rich was in the passenger seat. All of a sudden an Arab or North African looking guy ran across traffic lanes to try and catch our car. It was really frightening but then we drove into the center of town and all of a sudden we were being chased my adolescent Arab boys on bikes. 
Whenever we stopped at a light an Arab youngster would approach. Finally I parked the car and one Arab boy on a bike came up very abruptly. Before he could say a word I started a verbal blast at him which confused him...I spoke English, not French. So, I went to my hotel and asked the concierge why this weird thing was happening. He did not understand until I finally told him I was driving with French plates. "A ha" he expressed, "they think you are here to buy something." What???? Buy what? OHHHHHHH, duh, stupid me, Marijuana is legal in Holland. So all these boys on bikes wanted to get a cut of the profits by taking me to a dealer. Supposedly, French people drive up to Holland to load up on loads of MJ! Mystery solved.
If that wasn't enough excitement, my wonderfully intelligent business partner Rich did not click with some Dutch customs. I don't know what you see, but I clearly see a bike lane in the pic, but Rich thought it was a Rich only lane and almost was 
severely injured by several cyclists (as in Rich fashion, he blamed everyone but himself bitching the lanes was not clearly marked!) Oh and look at the pic of the ketchup and mayo. The Burger King employee asked Rich if he wanted mayo or ketchup, Miss Thing said yes to both not realizing that ketchup and mayo are for french fries and not an option for your burger. He also did not realize each one cost half a dollar....waste not want not!
After a night out in Rotterdam we continued on to Amsterdam. Rich really wanted to go (he thought it would look like Curacao) but much to his dismay the city did not thrill him. I have been to Amsterdam a few times, so all I wanted to do was go visit retailers. So I called up Xavier from Drake's and we met up, had lunched and had a great time talking very intelligently about our biz! If you are ever in Amsterdam stop by Drake's and say "hi" to Xavier from Collin O'Neal.
Hey guys, so here is the deal on my trip to Nicaragua! I was all hopeful to find some hot guys to do something in front of my camera, but at last I discovered getting to the hot guys and then convincing them to do something slightly scandalous is quite hard to do. I went out on Thursday night to only be stopped and trapped within 3 minutes of walking into the bar by local regular guys with inflated egos saying “soy un abagodo” (I’m an attorney). Big deal! I was on the hunt to meet the hot boys but this group of guys kept getting in my way so I finally left. The next night I tried the same bar and this time I was able to talk to the bartender who totally blew me off! I left soon after and went on to their gay club to only be attacked again within 5 minutes by a little guy that would just not leave me alone. Once again, I left without any luck. 
The following day I called a gay hotel called Joluva in the city of Granada (http://club-alegria.com/joluvanicaragua) to find out if they could help me out somehow and the nice owner promised he would. Since I was so over what h
appened Thursday and Friday night in Managua’s bar scene that I decided not to go out and get good rest instead. So on Sunday I made the quick beautiful drive down to Granada past volcanoes and lakes to talk to the owners of Joluva. Francis and Jan, the owners of Joluva, are a really nice Belgian couple that immigrated to Nicaragua a few years ago. I spent the day talking and laughing with them about all kinds of different things.
wonderful idea, right? Wrong! The local Bishop found out the donation was coming from “our” kind of people and forced the center organizers to not only refuse any donations from “our” kind of people but to also not allow Jan and Francis to come near the center. So I know what you all are thinking, but come on, I spent much time with this couple and know they have no fishy ideas about their help, but rather found a cause in the city they immigrated to that they wanted to support. While I was at the hotel for 3 days I noticed that many street kids still come to the hotel asking for food or just simply clean water and Jan and Francis try to help them out but do not believe the kids should be coming to them directly for such help especially when there is a center. Go figure, the church is making the local population completely dependent on its own center with its own agenda: to keep the children dependent on the church and strike the fear of almighty in their innocent heads. But in the end, the Bishop can care less about the children especially since they blocked a wonderful donation of a clean water source. If any of you out there are touched by 
this story please let me know! I am very interested in helping build a non-denomination center to help street kids in Granada that will not deny them basic necessities because they have to come from one source: The Church.
