Granada, Ometepe Island and down to Costa Rica

Our last few days in Granada passed in the excellent company of Californians, Jeff and Gina, who we travelled together with down to Ometepe, an island spectacularly formed by two twin volcanoes in Lago Nicaragua.

Unfortunately though the volcanoes were like magnets to lightning. With the rainy season now well and truly upon us, this meant nights full of earth shaking strikes close to where we were perched on the side of Volcan Maderas at the Finca Del Sol, making for some tired days.

The stay was otherwise very pleasant with some good excursions to a local rodeo, water hole and some very good horse riding. The rodeo wasn’t really a sporting event about big bulls, but a drunken machismo contest about big balls. By the time we arrived, the event was already heading well down the wrong side of the bell curve and wasn’t exactly a wholesome family environment so we didn’t stick around long.

The horse riding was also good fun but I found it odd that I appeared to be getting motion sickness from riding a horse. Regrettably, the cause was something different – possibly some dodgy rodeo food – and I spent the rest of the day in bed being quite violently ill.

Thankfully it passed quickly for our trip the next day down to Costa Rica. At the border we were lucky enough to meet Matt & Regina from Australia and South Africa who very kindly shared their taxi-van with us down to Liberia where we’ve plotted our next move down to Samara on the coast…

 

A boat ride around the Isletas de Granada

Clouds forming over Volcan Mombacho
In front of our room at Casa del Agua
At Casa del Agua with Jeff, Gina and the owner, Gerry from Ireland
On the lancha to Ometepe island
Hanging out with Jeff and Gina as the sun sets behind the Concepcion volcano
The walk back with the hundreds of fire flies was clearly very startling and exciting for Sofia and Liam respectively
Sofia at ‘Ojo de Agua’ with Jeff & Gina
The local rodeo was a drunken macho-fest


On our way to saddle up at Hari’s horses
Horses weren’t the only animal transportation of choice
Our final Central American border crossing – to Costa Rica

 

 

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