A week of rain has
transformed Nicaragua from brown and barren to lush green. I could see the change
on my last morning in San Juan del Sur when I went for a yoga class at zen yoga
to ease my surfing aches. I had a beautiful view of the green hillside during
my warrior two pose. I had an amazing breakfast of coconut chia pudding and
pineapple smoothie at Buddha's Garden, the superfood craze has reached
Nicaragua! Feeling healthy and zenned, I finished the last of my homemade
guacamole on freshly baked bread from Pan La Vida and poached eggs - you'd be
surprised what you can whip up in a hostel kitchen.
I hopped on the bus to
Rivas, shared a taxi to the docks at San Jorge and took the ferry to Ometepe.
Ometepe is an incredible island, made up of two connecting volcanoes in the
middle of Lake Nicaragua. Their beauty is surreal, stood against the misty sky
with clouds hovering at the peaks. I shared a taxi with a group I met on the
ferry to Santa Cruz, which helped save time and a nice comfortable way to see
Ometepe, gazing out the window at the volcanoes. I trekked to El Zopilote to
find a bed for the night. El Zopilote is a unique organic farm set amongst the
jungle. It's a real hippy find! They grow all their food organically and have a
keen interest in permaculture and sustainable living. You can do courses in
crafts, ceramics and even bee-keeping! The hillside is full of lush palm trees,
hibiscus and a myriad of trees and colourful birds. Exhaustion hit me with an
incredible force upon arriving in Ometepe. The last few weeks of adventures and
travelling from place to place all came together and I was in bed by half 8.
The next morning I woke up
early with rain pouring against the canopy, gradually lifting the muggy air.
After a very strange tantric yoga session I met an English girl called Flo over
breakfast and we took out bikes and cycled around Maderas volcano. The roads
are crazy here, full of huge rocks, cycling becomes a real challenge! We ended
up hiking to a waterfall, a 3km climb from San Ramón, which was surprisingly
steep, and rocky, it felt never-ending! Our clothes were wet with sweat and my
Birkenstocks really were not up for the terrain. We finally made it to the
stunning waterfall, which was heart-stoppingly beautiful. I had the freshest
shower I've had in weeks! A perfect end to our climb.
The descent down was much
easier and we bumped into another group on the way; Jonas, Flores, Will, Emma
and Tom. I've actually met Jonas at a few points in the backpacker trail! We
went for food at a local comedor, all of us starving from the sketchy bike ride
and long hike. Time was pressing on and despite our request for the food to
come 'rapido' so we could cycle back before dark, typical Nicraguan time meant
our food came an hour later. We downed our food quickly and seven of us peddled
as fast as we could as a huge thunderstorm came. Cycling at speed over fraught
rocky roads, soaked to this skin, volcanic grit found its way into every
crevice of my body, I have never felt so shattered! Will's bike chain broke so
he was admirably jogging along with a broken bike. Eventually, as darkness came
and it got too dangerous to cycle, we all walked together with a torch,
lightening striking against Volcano Conception and fireflies everywhere.
Flo and I got straight
into the shower. We were covered in grit! After an organic meal of homemade
chickpea burgers and salad from the garden I was ready for another early night.
It was a crazy adventure of a day; Flo and I were lucky to have fallen into the
company of such a great group. It really helped the long ride home! Today I am
taking it easy, I've finished reading my book 'Our Little Secret' by Duncan
Fairhurst, another excellent find at a book swap. I'll be chilling in a hammock
in the jungle, enjoying a siesta staring out into this miraculous island.
Hi darling its dad here. Possibly the second or third coolest older guy you know. I am delighted that you are having such a brilliant time - your travels make me want to do Burma Cambodia and Vietnam with you. They also remind me of us racing around Xian on the back of a tuck tuck in sweltering heat discovering Islamic markets, eating donkey and the next day avoiding the number six hospital. Of course there is no drenching like Victoria falls and the best felafels are definitely in Jerusalem. I reckon Glastonbury beats surfing but alas not this year. We all love you very much and can't wait to see you. Fly home safely. Hummus for tea on Thursday. Ben cleared for a sleep over. All my love Daddy xxx
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