Despite the heat, I kind of liked Leon. Everything was a little run down and a little dirty. Tattered not out of neglect but out of use.
There were times during this El Hoyo trek that I thought I must be crazy. Not only was I doing this willingly, I actually paid to do so.
I scooted my butt until I was right at the precipice and as I felt gravity taking over, I thought – ‘Well, here it goes’.
You can’t escape tortillas when traveling in Nicaragua. The Nicas eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Alberto spent 3 hours each day carving the cliffside on his farm. Since the carvings are etched onto the mountainside in his farm, it’s not that he could sell them. Why would he do this?