Trench Warfare: A Rival to Panama
Near the mouth of the Brito river there are no paved roads, no earthmovers and no signs of construction yet. There is a beach, a mangrove swamp teeming with crabs, and a shirtless drifter called Peyró, whose hobby is riding bulls. There are no ships. The only crafts along this remote stretch of the Pacific are surfboards. Could this really be the place where within a decade the world’s largest vessels will enter Nicaragua and pass through forest, lake, mountain and jungle between the Pacific and the Atlantic oceans? Peyró looks mystified. “Only God knows,” he says.