Saturday, 4 September 2010

Hasta Colina, Baby (Up The Hill, Baby)

Wandering in the hills above Matagalpa

machete man

During an almighty rainstorm, we ran for cover and ducked into what we (mis-)took for a chicken shack, surprising everyone involved as we crashed in on this sweet family. That poor little boy's eyes nearly popped out of his head as I came running in through the door. "Mama, there's some wet & wild white folks in our house!" (translation)

massive rock blocks road shocker.

The water-table meets volcanic lava flow underground, resulting in weird bubbling mud pits which stink of eggs, shocker.

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