The first part of the journey to the volcano was the “jeep”. A van picked us up right outside the hostel, and we continued along, picking up other gringos along the way. And you’ll never guess who we picked up. Oh yea, Aussie’ GF. The Lone Asian. Who we then learned was really named Mini. Small world, CR is.
So the van ride was rather eventful. Aside from the humorous fact that the overhead light had a “mood” setting, as if ppl would get it on during the bumpy jeep-boat-jeep ride, there was a line of us vans heading toward the boat. It was like they were all racing to get to the front of the line, even though it didn’t really matter who got there first because it was all the same company. Finally we did get in front, and thank goodness we did because we ran into a bit of mud. Our driver didn’t give a crap and plowed through, but the driver behind us was a pussy (driver’s words, not mine) and went too slow and got stuck. So all the vans stopped and the drivers all got out, trying to figure out how to get this van out of the mud. It was the most inefficient process I’ve ever witnessed, but rather amusing. They first tried to pull the van out with a tiny rope, which snapped in half almost immediately. It may also have been because the stuck van didn’t try to hit the gas at all. It was like they’d never seen mud slides before.
Finally, they figured it out and we got on our way to the next part of the journey. “Boat”. A fleet of boats were waiting for all the vans, each taking us to different parts of the lake. As we sped across the lake, the Aussie pointed forward. I turned and saw a massive volcano approaching me… well I was approaching it, but it didn’t seem that way! We could only see the steam from the side we were on, but that was soon to change.
After the boat, we got in the “jeep”. We dropped Mini off at a hotel and bid her farewell, and then headed toward this place where we supposedly had reservations. The Aussie and I walked up to the two bedroom B&B, and were blown away by the view, the hot tub, and the home-feeling of the place. And then the news came. Oh whoops, sorry we overbooked, but you can stay next door at this other place which is almost just as expensive but total crap. Frick her. Ugh.
But our new room had a full view of the volcano from the bed and we could see the lava flowing. We walked around in the small town, where there was even less than there was in any other place. The Aussie could tell I was cranky, and the best way to shut me up was fooood. We went to the only soda in town, where a little old man fed me yummy food and made me much happier. And then, even better, the Aussie concocted Sangria via boxed wine and juice. Yesss! Good times.
Even better was the night, when we could see the orange lava flowing. We stood outside and took picture upon picture of the lava… and then realized we were standing in fire ants and rushed back inside. How ironic, as we watch firey lava flow, we get bitten by firey flowing ants.
So the van ride was rather eventful. Aside from the humorous fact that the overhead light had a “mood” setting, as if ppl would get it on during the bumpy jeep-boat-jeep ride, there was a line of us vans heading toward the boat. It was like they were all racing to get to the front of the line, even though it didn’t really matter who got there first because it was all the same company. Finally we did get in front, and thank goodness we did because we ran into a bit of mud. Our driver didn’t give a crap and plowed through, but the driver behind us was a pussy (driver’s words, not mine) and went too slow and got stuck. So all the vans stopped and the drivers all got out, trying to figure out how to get this van out of the mud. It was the most inefficient process I’ve ever witnessed, but rather amusing. They first tried to pull the van out with a tiny rope, which snapped in half almost immediately. It may also have been because the stuck van didn’t try to hit the gas at all. It was like they’d never seen mud slides before.
Finally, they figured it out and we got on our way to the next part of the journey. “Boat”. A fleet of boats were waiting for all the vans, each taking us to different parts of the lake. As we sped across the lake, the Aussie pointed forward. I turned and saw a massive volcano approaching me… well I was approaching it, but it didn’t seem that way! We could only see the steam from the side we were on, but that was soon to change.
After the boat, we got in the “jeep”. We dropped Mini off at a hotel and bid her farewell, and then headed toward this place where we supposedly had reservations. The Aussie and I walked up to the two bedroom B&B, and were blown away by the view, the hot tub, and the home-feeling of the place. And then the news came. Oh whoops, sorry we overbooked, but you can stay next door at this other place which is almost just as expensive but total crap. Frick her. Ugh.
But our new room had a full view of the volcano from the bed and we could see the lava flowing. We walked around in the small town, where there was even less than there was in any other place. The Aussie could tell I was cranky, and the best way to shut me up was fooood. We went to the only soda in town, where a little old man fed me yummy food and made me much happier. And then, even better, the Aussie concocted Sangria via boxed wine and juice. Yesss! Good times.
Even better was the night, when we could see the orange lava flowing. We stood outside and took picture upon picture of the lava… and then realized we were standing in fire ants and rushed back inside. How ironic, as we watch firey lava flow, we get bitten by firey flowing ants.
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