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e free night stay was rather fortunate, and with a fresh start in a new country we moved on. The people in Nicaragua remind me of the people in Bolivia, kind and excited to help you with an problems. we drove to the port town of San Jorge to take the ferry across to Isla de Omotepe, an island in one of Nicargua´s lakes formed by two volcanoes that formed together into one island. The ferry was full so we decided to leave the car and head over on the ferry to save a day instead of waiting. This ended up being a pain as transportation on the island was horrible to say the least. The island is beautiful but the two volcanoes are almost always covered in clouds. After spending a day walking to lagoons and mangrove covered beaches we headed to the main town to use the Internet and get some food. Big mistake, as the buses stop running and apparently taxis are scarce. We eventually found a shirtless man who had a friend and an expensive ride back, we miss the car more than ever. We decided to sleep in a little, after breakfast including a purple juice similar to a beet
, we headed to the bus stop, and we found out exactly how much we miss the car. We proceeded to wait for buses all day, playing hakisack with Christian, and reading on a storm culvert.
It took us 4 hours to get to the other island where we decided to be active and hike the smaller of the volcanoes. We stayed at a great hostel and met some cool people. Most of the people their read in their guide books that the volcano hike was beautiful and could be accomplished by an overweight smoker. I can just picture the fat writer who wrote this smoking a cigarette, having never hiked the trail, and laughing. The trail was horrible to say the least.
Mud slicked vines made for good slides, and I ended up on my ass countless times. I even had a Tarzan/Jedi moment of twirling from a tree branch while sliding down a mud shoot all the while staying on my feet, to my and every ones amazement. This is not even mentioning that the cloud cover made it completely impossible to see anything. One thing we did learn is that no matter where you are on the hike it is about an hour and half to where you are going, according to our 17 year old guide who was flying around the trail like a monkey. He made my 27th birthday feel a lot closer. The highlights of the trip where the sandwiches for lunch, and finding a common bond in pain with our fellow hikers. We enjoyed some beers and taught our new friends the friendly Ecuadorian card game cuarenta before limping off to bed. It took us all day to get back to the mainland and up to Granada, with new surprise waiting in the streets.
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e free night stay was rather fortunate, and with a fresh start in a new country we moved on. The people in Nicaragua remind me of the people in Bolivia, kind and excited to help you with an problems. we drove to the port town of San Jorge to take the ferry across to Isla de Omotepe, an island in one of Nicargua´s lakes formed by two volcanoes that formed together into one island. The ferry was full so we decided to leave the car and head over on the ferry to save a day instead of waiting. This ended up being a pain as transportation on the island was horrible to say the least. The island is beautiful but the two volcanoes are almost always covered in clouds. After spending a day walking to lagoons and mangrove covered beaches we headed to the main town to use the Internet and get some food. Big mistake, as the buses stop running and apparently taxis are scarce. We eventually found a shirtless man who had a friend and an expensive ride back, we miss the car more than ever. We decided to sleep in a little, after breakfast including a purple juice similar to a beet
, we headed to the bus stop, and we found out exactly how much we miss the car. We proceeded to wait for buses all day, playing hakisack with Christian, and reading on a storm culvert.
It took us 4 hours to get to the other island where we decided to be active and hike the smaller of the volcanoes. We stayed at a great hostel and met some cool people. Most of the people their read in their guide books that the volcano hike was beautiful and could be accomplished by an overweight smoker. I can just picture the fat writer who wrote this smoking a cigarette, having never hiked the trail, and laughing. The trail was horrible to say the least.
Mud slicked vines made for good slides, and I ended up on my ass countless times. I even had a Tarzan/Jedi moment of twirling from a tree branch while sliding down a mud shoot all the while staying on my feet, to my and every ones amazement. This is not even mentioning that the cloud cover made it completely impossible to see anything. One thing we did learn is that no matter where you are on the hike it is about an hour and half to where you are going, according to our 17 year old guide who was flying around the trail like a monkey. He made my 27th birthday feel a lot closer. The highlights of the trip where the sandwiches for lunch, and finding a common bond in pain with our fellow hikers. We enjoyed some beers and taught our new friends the friendly Ecuadorian card game cuarenta before limping off to bed. It took us all day to get back to the mainland and up to Granada, with new surprise waiting in the streets.
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