Saturday, 4 September 2010
Hasta Colina, Baby (Up The Hill, Baby)
Wandering in the hills above Matagalpa
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.