267-271 / The American Friend N ll enter the lobby of the bus terminal, overall look, my eye stops s ur a known figure. Eric, an American from Seattle sat quietly waiting for the bus departure. He did pa s chang e if this does is that it has lost some of its sunburn and found e complexion of aspirin. As he left for Nic Aragua, he does not know exactly where and after discussion in the bus, it is well tent e also by a passage from Isla Ometepe and the lake is the largest in Central America. A border crossing later, we descend into a city facing the island and its two majestic volcanoes. Before we embark we try to get news about Slava, whether he has embarked on his flight to La Habana as Eric who has paid his ticket via her credit card was given back the Argentine Does the flight and it is no news of him. Unfortunately the airline does not confirm his presence on the ol v confidentiality clause. Hopefully it has not been removed by police who asked her to deposit it at the airport . We are not well s û r the police in this country are all entrusted nce.
arrived on the pier we find immediately a boat made daily liaison with the island. A mid-cargo ship, mid-ferry, half-tub. We settle on the upper deck to admire the island crowned with its two majestic volcanoes, Concepcion and M Adura. After a few minutes e navigation atmosphere changes, the waves for ment, and we are growing pl ongeons and go back in rhythm. The boat heels right and left regular wave s water the bridge, we would feel at sea We are experiencing a good time this treatm ent . Just before arriving to The next day we plan to go to Cerco Verde enclave water close to shore. Why we go to the village to rent bikes. Eric takes advantage in. ur trying to withdraw money, but lack of passep ort he is forced e after more than an hour has EXPECTATIONS, c is gift c Laetitia who reports to him. I take this time to watch Fra nce play against Holland, but we must start at half time while France hammered the Dutch goal without finding the fault. Two good fortune es bicycle, we stop occasionally to rest and watch the evo lution of the match on t és el those who sui wind ... it ends with a score absolutely outrageous, probably due to an incredible number of mistakes offs for Holland! A good beer for us coming back to these two little he ure bicycle and we'll walk around the pond, get some pebbles on the black sand beach and fra yer way through a mangrove swamp well. At night we're back at home, the family was a little worried about the delay. On reaching the village we have to û search for a new car s take the night until another button 
t of the island on a farm o ù we should find coffee at the foot of the smaller of the two volcanoes. We collect our bags, let's say goodbye to the family of a night we've just rolls e few tens of meters that the car breaks in the roads permanently . Shit. The driver told us of not worry, his son will pick us to take us in a 4x4, we open wait for warm beer. The son comes in and we resumed our road, we need a good hour eure and a half drive to cover the distance is not great, but most is done on the rocky and muddy trail. To 21 hours we arrive at Finca Magdalena. Eric would like to sleep in a hammock in the cool, but it's really cool when he takes us as a small room. The restaurant is still open we take the opportunity to fill our stomachs, and come to bed, because tomorrow we will have to be in shape to climb the volcano TIL u'à its peak, even if it is the smallest two and its flanks are shaded e s. Everyone wakes at its own pace, around 10 o'clock we go on first ing care to avoid the guide that the hotel staff has tried e us to the legs. Soon we will go s account of the futility of it : The path is straight to the top. Along the way we discover cocoa plantations, a coffee nursery but USSI of p e troglyphes dating from the early days of the occupation of the island. This first part has everything from a walk. Until o ù we meet a group that goes down the heat Ussuri and pants covered with mud and looks very tired ad e we crossed the first third. Small to little we understand, the stones are more slippery, more and more mud, c O you stiffened and dense vegetation. Breaks are increasingly en 
sequents and we do not even have lungs for us smoke a small rod, which would also be instantly turned off as we sweat blood and water . The vegetation changes, the trees are twisted, intertwined branches, mosses, orchids and other plant pests seek refuge here. We continue our way with difficulty monitoring and reporting e s p far ar monkeys. In the distant cries of howler monkeys that make echoes on the walls of the volcano. Verse 1 4 hours we reach the summit, we descend and a few minutes later we discover a small lake that has made its place in the hollow of the crater. N ll take time to admire the place, to bathe, lunch and redesce ndon carefully as there are mud and slippery rocks. Nearly there és to the farm, we ask to see the sin management howler who take counsel at the summit, on the canopy! The day after we return for a trip that seems easier. We head to a waterfall we were told e . We fail to get lost several times along the way, if we had not found e with the boss by farmers to . For access to the waterfall, the path will also pitched well, not as much as yesterday, but with the fatigue he seems just as much. Little disappointed when arriving at the waterfall, it is small and cluttered with pipe and cement posed by people to get water to irrigate their fields and perhaps their homes. In return we admire many p é troglyphes scattered throughout the forum ê t. Although tired é s we sit on the terrace to admire the sunset behind the volcano by drinking a beer. Our stay on the island, contributing to one of seven merve illes world's natural end. Before leaving the farm I'm talking with one farmer who explains how he treats in this coffee farm. A former pesticide-free. Harvest to hand of e pulping in vi Eilles machines and drying in the sun for several weeks, as opposed to some areas or it takes a few days. Here it rains a lot. Here is the recipe for an organic coffee and according to them the best in the world. Without hesitation we buy a pound of green coffee. A walk in the sun and we win the bus stop in the village below, have to be patient with few other tourists as the bus arrives. We climb aboard the wreck that does not exceed 15 kilometers per hour, but never stops. Apr è s two-hour journey we become to the north of the island, we lunch and we sit in the tub to regain c O you. 
arrived on the pier we find immediately a boat made daily liaison with the island. A mid-cargo ship, mid-ferry, half-tub. We settle on the upper deck to admire the island crowned with its two majestic volcanoes, Concepcion and M Adura. After a few minutes e navigation atmosphere changes, the waves for ment, and we are growing pl ongeons and go back in rhythm. The boat heels right and left regular wave s water the bridge, we would feel at sea We are experiencing a good time this treatm ent . Just before arriving to 
t of the island on a farm o ù we should find coffee at the foot of the smaller of the two volcanoes. We collect our bags, let's say goodbye to the family of a night we've just rolls e few tens of meters that the car breaks in the roads permanently . Shit. The driver told us of not worry, his son will pick us to take us in a 4x4, we open wait for warm beer. The son comes in and we resumed our road, we need a good hour eure and a half drive to cover the distance is not great, but most is done on the rocky and muddy trail. To 21 hours we arrive at Finca Magdalena. Eric would like to sleep in a hammock in the cool, but it's really cool when he takes us as a small room. The restaurant is still open we take the opportunity to fill our stomachs, and come to bed, because tomorrow we will have to be in shape to climb the volcano TIL u'à its peak, even if it is the smallest two and its flanks are shaded e s. 
sequents and we do not even have lungs for us smoke a small rod, which would also be instantly turned off as we sweat blood and water . The vegetation changes, the trees are twisted, intertwined branches, mosses, orchids and other plant pests seek refuge here. We continue our way with difficulty monitoring and reporting e s p far ar monkeys. In the distant cries of howler monkeys that make echoes on the walls of the volcano. Verse 1 4 hours we reach the summit, we descend and a few minutes later we discover a small lake that has made its place in the hollow of the crater. N ll take time to admire the place, to bathe, lunch and redesce ndon carefully as there are mud and slippery rocks. Nearly there és to the farm, we ask to see the sin management howler who take counsel at the summit, on the canopy! 
