Croagh Patrick my arse!

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.....