We arrived in Granada amid a religious festival. The continuous fireworks, the packed streets, the religious re enactments on the street were a sight to see but in no way was it the quiet day we seeked after a mad week. Unfortunately sickness struck as it was bound to at some stage, and we rested up as much as one can with fireworks going off every ten minutes throughout the night.
We moved onto Leon to further seek solace. We found the cutest little town instead. We explored the largest cathedral in Central America, the roof included, which was stunning.
Still not 100% we signed up for some volcano boarding the next morning (when in Rome!). We headed off early on the back of a truck through the rickety roads until the volcano came into clear view. We hiked up the volcano, carrying a piece of timber that was to be our sledge (of sorts!). From the top the realisation that we were about to launch ourselves down a very high volcano on a piece of board hit us. But there is only one way down. The guide gave us instructions on how to steer the board (as if we were going have any control!). Off we went...
We both made it safely to the end of the volcano, hitting up speeds of 48 km per hour. Those brave enough to go flat out ended up with skint arms and legs, and some very extravagant falls. We celebrated with a drink at the bottom of the volcano, while being told we are one of only 50,000 to complete the activity. The speed and adrenaline cleared up the sickness, just in time for a 14 bus journey to Honduras at2am!
We moved onto Leon to further seek solace. We found the cutest little town instead. We explored the largest cathedral in Central America, the roof included, which was stunning.
Still not 100% we signed up for some volcano boarding the next morning (when in Rome!). We headed off early on the back of a truck through the rickety roads until the volcano came into clear view. We hiked up the volcano, carrying a piece of timber that was to be our sledge (of sorts!). From the top the realisation that we were about to launch ourselves down a very high volcano on a piece of board hit us. But there is only one way down. The guide gave us instructions on how to steer the board (as if we were going have any control!). Off we went...
We both made it safely to the end of the volcano, hitting up speeds of 48 km per hour. Those brave enough to go flat out ended up with skint arms and legs, and some very extravagant falls. We celebrated with a drink at the bottom of the volcano, while being told we are one of only 50,000 to complete the activity. The speed and adrenaline cleared up the sickness, just in time for a 14 bus journey to Honduras at2am!
