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e found a great hostel that ended up being our demise. The hostel was appropriately named Lazybones. We had been on the move for some time and were looking forward to settling into a town for a short while. We had a great dinner, my new favorite (chicken in a jalapeno cream sauce with mashed potatoes), and slept till noon o´clock. With the Internet down it was impossible to contact a friend of a friend in town.
We hit up the art museum instead. It started with dark catholic oil painting and I thought I was going to fall asleep standing up. Then miraculously it turned into a great art museum, with pottery and newer pieces from local artist. When we got back we were able to contact Igrid, a friend of Warner´s from when he was down here. We went out to dinner and got to practice our Spanish. They were really kind and unfortunately we would not be able to meet up again. When we returned to the hostel, we ran into Emmy, one of the people we met on the dreaded volcano climb on Isla de Omotepe. We decided it being Saturday that we would go out for a few drinks. We hit up one of the local clubs, and did some dancing. I met a local girl named Gabriella, and was talking to her for a while. When all of us went out for a bit of fresh air, the bouncer would not let us back in. I was done for the night, but convinced the bouncer to let a few of them back in. When Laura saw that I wasn´t inside, she thought I got kicked out, began throwing a tantrum and was out on the street with me
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Gabriella asked if we wanted to go to another place for a beer. It sounded relaxing so we hopped in a cab. When the cab stopped at the gas station, we were a little confused. I thought we were making a pit stop, but later I found out that this is the late night hang out. I felt like a high school kid trying to buy cigarettes. We decided to get right back in the cab and head back. Fortunately when we arrived at the hostel we were able to catch a little bit of the gold medal basketball game, however, at 4 in the morning, we only lasted the first half. We woke up on the couch at around 7 and headed for the furnace of a dorm room. We were completely lazy all day, and being a Sunday not much was open. The following day, we headed out for the must do activity in Leon, volcano boarding! Our trip didn´t leave untill later, so we tried to visit the rum distillery, Flor de Caña.
They require written permision from Managua so we weren´t able to enter, but got some pics of the wall. Later on our trip to the volcano we ended up being in a group of us, our guide Henry and his trainee Jesus. We arrived at Vulcan Cerro Negro with clouds looming over head. We were certain that the rain would come, however, even after entering the crater, and ascending to the top, it never came.
With our sand boarding experience, we caught on quick. I also did something that I never do, I gave my camera to our guide. He scared me the whole way down, sliding on his feet with my camera dangling in his hand. However, he ended up being a pretty good photographer. The lava sand makes for fast boarding, but it also makes for violent falls.
I ripped my pants on the one fall, but seeing as they are my brothers, I am not to worried! My knees burned a little, but it was a volcano. It ended up being a great trip, and we really had a
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e found a great hostel that ended up being our demise. The hostel was appropriately named Lazybones. We had been on the move for some time and were looking forward to settling into a town for a short while. We had a great dinner, my new favorite (chicken in a jalapeno cream sauce with mashed potatoes), and slept till noon o´clock. With the Internet down it was impossible to contact a friend of a friend in town. 
We hit up the art museum instead. It started with dark catholic oil painting and I thought I was going to fall asleep standing up. Then miraculously it turned into a great art museum, with pottery and newer pieces from local artist. When we got back we were able to contact Igrid, a friend of Warner´s from when he was down here. We went out to dinner and got to practice our Spanish. They were really kind and unfortunately we would not be able to meet up again. When we returned to the hostel, we ran into Emmy, one of the people we met on the dreaded volcano climb on Isla de Omotepe. We decided it being Saturday that we would go out for a few drinks. We hit up one of the local clubs, and did some dancing. I met a local girl named Gabriella, and was talking to her for a while. When all of us went out for a bit of fresh air, the bouncer would not let us back in. I was done for the night, but convinced the bouncer to let a few of them back in. When Laura saw that I wasn´t inside, she thought I got kicked out, began throwing a tantrum and was out on the street with me
.
Gabriella asked if we wanted to go to another place for a beer. It sounded relaxing so we hopped in a cab. When the cab stopped at the gas station, we were a little confused. I thought we were making a pit stop, but later I found out that this is the late night hang out. I felt like a high school kid trying to buy cigarettes. We decided to get right back in the cab and head back. Fortunately when we arrived at the hostel we were able to catch a little bit of the gold medal basketball game, however, at 4 in the morning, we only lasted the first half. We woke up on the couch at around 7 and headed for the furnace of a dorm room. We were completely lazy all day, and being a Sunday not much was open. The following day, we headed out for the must do activity in Leon, volcano boarding! Our trip didn´t leave untill later, so we tried to visit the rum distillery, Flor de Caña.
They require written permision from Managua so we weren´t able to enter, but got some pics of the wall. Later on our trip to the volcano we ended up being in a group of us, our guide Henry and his trainee Jesus. We arrived at Vulcan Cerro Negro with clouds looming over head. We were certain that the rain would come, however, even after entering the crater, and ascending to the top, it never came.
With our sand boarding experience, we caught on quick. I also did something that I never do, I gave my camera to our guide. He scared me the whole way down, sliding on his feet with my camera dangling in his hand. However, he ended up being a pretty good photographer. The lava sand makes for fast boarding, but it also makes for violent falls.
I ripped my pants on the one fall, but seeing as they are my brothers, I am not to worried! My knees burned a little, but it was a volcano. It ended up being a great trip, and we really had a 
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