I remember it as though it were yesterday. It was almost as if a scene from Graham Greene’s novel ‘Our Man in Havana,’ had come to life. Stepping off the plane at Managua airport, it was the humidity that hit me first, then the sight of the palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. . http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/16262213.David_Pratt__How_Nicaragua_s_revolutionary_dream_turned_into_a_nightmare/