With every visitor that came down here, we went to at least one new place we had never been, and each trip had its own feel. On the Ragans' first visit, we went to Selva Negra in Matagalpa and regretted not bringing winter coats or avoiding the salad; when Laura and Nancy came, we enjoyed Pelican Eyes paradise; when my parents came, we braved the bumpy roads and one-way streets to visit León; and Danny's visit took us all the way to the Atlantic coast to ring in 2009. My brother Jake was the last visitor we'll host in Nicaragua, and his trip was the most laid back of them all. We knew Jake would be easygoing so we didn't really have a set plan or even reservations for where to stay during the trip. The (lack of a) plan turned out to be a success, and we wound up visiting volcanoes all over the country and finally making it to Ometepe Island.
We started by staying a couple of nights in Masaya and riding our neighborhood bus, visiting the markets and hunting for souveniers, and enoying the best restaurants Masaya has to offer (one day was more than enough time for the restaurant part). Here we are waiting for the bus:
We then made the journey down to Rivas to catch the ferry to Ometepe island, the large island in the middle of Lake Nicaragua that's the home to two large volcanoes. From the water's edge, the island seems so close that you could swim to it, but that's actually not the case. It's about an hour-long ferry ride that seems much longer when you're stuck with a lot of backpackers playing their guitars and bicycle enthusiasts wearing their padded shorts:
It gave us a great view of the volcanoes and the island, though, so we just tried to tune out
Freebird.
We eventually made it to the island then took a taxi to our hotel, a nice little resort that was recommended to us by a Volunteer on the island. We made it just in time to catch a really pretty sunset:
The next morning, Paul and Jake woke up before the sun rose to celebrate Paul's birthday and Obama's inauguration by climbing Volcán Concepción, the big, active volcano on the island. My birthday present to Paul was that I stayed at the hotel instead of accompanying them to climb a really steep volcano.
The beginning of the path:
Taking a quick break on the hike up:
They couldn't go to the very top to look in because it was too windy, and the guide said it was too steep and difficult to be worth going all the way up anyway. Here's the view from the volcano:
And proof that they were there:
There were even some monkeys up in the trees (don't tell Dora):
They hiked back down and made it back to our hostel by the middle of the afternoon in time for Paul to watch some of the inauguration activities and Jake to enjoy Paul's Nintendo DS until the battery gave out. We went to the main city to have some dinner and explore and then left the island the following morning.
We unintentionally match a lot.
After a ferry ride back to the mainland, we took a bus up to Granada. Masaya is only about 45 minutes from Granada in bus, so when we go we normally make it a day trip and come back to Masaya. We had heard good things from other Volunteers about a hostel called Oasis, so we decided to give it a try and planned to stay there for two nights to be able to hang out in Granada without having to travel back and forth. Plans changed, however when we woke up after our first night covered in flea bites. We packed up our things, stored them in our little hostel lockers, and decided we'd spend the second night in Masaya where we'd at least know they were our own bed bugs biting us.
We decided to spend the day visiting our second volcano of the trip, Mombacho. This was the volcano that cemented my
hatred for all paths inclined, but at least this time we were only going part way up to do the canopy tour.
On the very wire, you go from the platform to the ground and the guy at the bottom pulls on the wire so that you bounce. My favorite is at the very end of the video when Jake crashes in to the guy:
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