I arrived in Nicaragua full of enthusiasm for our trip to Isla Ometepe, a pair of volcanic islands that were joined by a lava flow from one to the other a few million years ago. That enthusiam lasted until about five minutes into our descent of Volcan Concepcion. Going up was fine. Granted we had to claw our way up the last few hundred metres but the views when the clouds cleared at the summit were phenomenal. The eggy smell was phenomenal too but sure wasn't I always fond of the auld egg sangwiches lads. Coming down was the hardest thing I've ever done physically. There were times when I would have sold my soul for the pain to go away. "You can do it Gaz, you can do it!". It was one of those things that, although you're in despair while you're doing it, you get a real sense of achievement afterwards.
On up to Leon, next. Checked out some volcanic mudpools outside the town accompanied by our guide who'd just turned eleven the day before! Very informative I must say. I left for the Honduran border the next day and Aoife headed to Guatemala City to change her flight. Weird being without her for the first time in six months but we're planning to wed in Mexico anyway so this will be my last taste of freedom.....
13 May 2006
12 May 2006
3 May 2006
Now I know the way!
Had a hot shower this morning for the first time in weeks. Invigorating! Whilst showering I noticed that someone had etched 'Sligo Rovers' into the wall. Better than 'Westlife' I guess... San Jose, Costa Rica is our current halting site. Not much to see apart from the local talent but there's a good buzz around and the people (Ticos) are very warm.
Our transition from South to Central America has been interesting to say the least. Roberto and Jorge (Captain Birdseye) the Spaniards and Leonardo the stereotypically dramatic Italian were our hosts for the nauseating two day boat ride from Cartagena to the San Blas islands. The islands were beautiful however and although we hadn't planned on it, spending a night with a random indigenous (Kuna) family and having the chance to live like they do was great. When we arrived one of the kids was running around with a Superman 'S' drawn on his stomach. Improvise! And so onto a boat to the mainland and a cosy jeep ride along a dirt track with ten adults and three kids all the way to Panama City. Of course it was never going to be as simple as that. The trip was interrupted by two hours spent chopping down branches in the lashing rain to help get the jeep across a mudpit. Unnecessarily wet, we arrived in Panama City looking like street urchins. All great fun though!
Rooney will be missed. Come on the Hammers.
Our transition from South to Central America has been interesting to say the least. Roberto and Jorge (Captain Birdseye) the Spaniards and Leonardo the stereotypically dramatic Italian were our hosts for the nauseating two day boat ride from Cartagena to the San Blas islands. The islands were beautiful however and although we hadn't planned on it, spending a night with a random indigenous (Kuna) family and having the chance to live like they do was great. When we arrived one of the kids was running around with a Superman 'S' drawn on his stomach. Improvise! And so onto a boat to the mainland and a cosy jeep ride along a dirt track with ten adults and three kids all the way to Panama City. Of course it was never going to be as simple as that. The trip was interrupted by two hours spent chopping down branches in the lashing rain to help get the jeep across a mudpit. Unnecessarily wet, we arrived in Panama City looking like street urchins. All great fun though!
Rooney will be missed. Come on the Hammers.
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