Back in Nicaragua and it’s August, the middle of the rainy season. This is my 4th trip this year and things are progressing . Every time I’m in the UK, it seems like a dream. When I get to Nicaragua, reality strikes and I wonder if I am truly crazy to have embarked on such a huge project with no experience of what I’m doing in a 3rd world country.
So, I meet up with Matthew my architect, he of “Morgan’s Rock” fame – one of the most beautiful lodges I’ve ever stayed in with wonderful detailing and of course, great architecture.
Along with various diagrams and plans of possible positionings of rooms, retaurant and spa, he breaks some news of a poassible development closeby – my mind races – a rival luxury hotel or noisy neighbours – what have I done?
It turns out that another Englishman (is this some kind of English conspiracy) owns some land nearby and is hoping to rehouse local displaced families that used to live on the surrounding islands. A perfect project for me to get involved with when the hotel is completed. A nearby source of hotel staff, we can buy fresh fruit and veg from the local farmers and help with the housing development with our profits.