Three of the four people in our room wake up at 8am to be ready to go volcano boarding. It’s exactly what it sounds like. Boarding down a volcano. Though, honestly, it’s a little more like tobogganing. The fourth guy is too hungover to make it; meanwhile I am feeling better than ever about my decision to stick to water last night. We pay $31 American Dollars for the trip. It may seem a little pricey, but I’d heard $150 before I even arrived in Nicaragua, so now it sounds free by comparison.
I get up nice and early, partially because it’s so hot, and partially because I can hear the streets begin to come alive. Dogs are barking, birds are singing (or just making really weird noises) the sound of engines coming to life for a daily commute.