Hi guys! Sorry for the delay, I didn’t have time to translate from Italian the last post until now.
From Monteverde in Costa Rica, Aparicio went to Nicaragua, meanwhile I went to La Fortuna, a village near a lake dominated by the volcano Arenal.
There I went hiking on the volcano, walked into the dark forest in search of the typical Costa Rican frog (after photos) and swam in a hot river at night in the middle of a forest lit only from time to time by our torches, which created a disco effect. Meanwhile the guide prepared cocktails. In the water vapor, appeared and disappeared Scandinavian girls bathing joyful, as wood nymphs, and I assure you that I hadn’t licked the Costa Rican frog (again, after photos).
A couple of days after I did the rafting, of which I can now call myself a veteran with experiences in the Himalayas Nepal and Uganda, in the heart of Africa. This rafting in Nicaragua was not very difficult, although at one point a couple of guys on our boat fell, but the scenery was spectacular with a wild forest that descended to the river winding overhang.
So I completed a sort of circle, returning to San Jose where I met again Eva and togheter we went to San Juan del Sur in Nicaragua where there was Aparicio. Along the way a German guy joined us and we went to the magical island of Ometepe, in the middle of Lake Nicaragua, with two volcanoes, one active. After, Aparicio returned to Brazil, I and Eve went to Granada, and the German guy vanished into thin air. No, I haven’t sacrificed him into the volcano of Ometepe to get the help from Gods before the football game Italy-Germany. These are just rumors.
Now I’m in Antigua, Guatemala, but I will tell about my last week next time.
The rafting in Costa Rica, on a stretch of about 10 km of the river Balsa. Pretty simple compared to that for example in Uganda (fotostory here).Or maybe it didn’t seem that difficult to me because by now going down the rapids it’s like walking on an English park on a warm summer evening.
We arrived in San Juan del Sur on June 24, just in time for the feast of the patron saint of the city, and also mine, the good St. John. A very alcoholic celebration, occasionally I don’t disdain to become a Christian. Though, as you see, someone went too far. That’s not the way to celebrate my saint, I’ll send an official protest to the Vatican, as well as pointing out that it would be time to catch up with the times and rename it the feast of St. Dekaro. Martyr, I might add.