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... our actual hostel. We told him to do one and walked, while noting that the directions the taxi driver gave us were completely false. Unfortunately for us, the hostel was full. So Jayna sat in a coffee shop whilst Ken did the rounds of the hostels in the vicinity, and found a good enough one a few blocks down from Parque Central. This was on a tree lined pedestrianised street, with cobbles and nice colourful buildings. Lovely.
We settled in ...
... the other stopped to play Ultimate Frisbee. We took a break for an hour
and once we had all arrived back at Sobal Varro (the hostel), we went to dinner
and had a typical meal of gallo pinto, plantains, and some kind of meat
(although some ate the vegetarian platter). At the moment some are taking
showers, others are playing games, and the rest are getting ready for bed.
-Madi and ...
... and quite greedy actually, as they kept reaching their hands out for more. They were so humanlike as they ate a piece of watermelon or cleaned the corn off a cob. Very fun to watch! Later in the day we did a walk through the rainforest via a series of hanging bridges. It was very beautiful and lush with vegetation. We spotted some monkeys a couple of times, which entertained us as they swung and climbed in their natural habitat. After Arenal we ditched the rental car ...
... This sounded like a reasonable solution, so we took the one at 8.00. It was obviously late :)
The chicken bus dropped us off at the bus terminal of La Ceiba from where we jumped on a bus going directly to the capital of Honduras – Tegucigalpa. Originally we planned to go from La Ceiba to San Pedro Sula first and then to change to another bus operating between San Pedro Sula and Tegucigalpa. It turned out to be unnecessary as we got lucky and randomly bumped into ...
... around the corner, need a ride home?"
I'm still amazed at the way the night unfolded. I still don't know how exactly we got back to Masaya. Even if the bus usually took people to Masaya, it's incredible to me that we happened to get onto that particular bus. I don't know how we happened to be on the same street my host dad had to drive down. It's easy to say, we got lucky, or we experienced some incredible coincidence, but I think it might have been something more.