The Final Days – The end is nigh

I have spent the last 4 or so days now struck down with some kind of flu. Basically meaning I have been bed ridden, only venturing outside for food and water. This is the life.

I checked into a private room in San Juan Del Sur which was about a 2m x 2m square box with a bed and a fan. This was my home for the next 2 nights. Two painful nights. At least there was a fan. And I did have my laptop and movies to keep me semi sane. I’m not sureΒ  what I have but it ticks nearly all the symptoms of Dengue Fever. Yahoo. My legs feel like jelly, I have the sweats, the chills, vomiting, insane headache, can’t eat. But…I think…I am getting better.

Welcome to Paradise

As you can tell my last week in Central America is turning out pretty damm nicely haha. I blame Sunday Funday….

Sunday Funday..I’m not talking about it again. It was good, Dammm good. But no. Never again. Ever.

I had planned to get some surfing in here in San Juan but I only managed a few days out due to this bastard bug. I stayed at Rapture camp which was set high up in the heavens of the forest near Playa Maderas. It was a nice chill place with an amazing infinity pool but the roads to get there and back down to the beaches were insane. I’m glad I wasn’t the driver. I prefer to stay closer to the beach as we were in Santa Teresa so for me San Juan has not been the greatest surf destination. We were travelling at least an hour each way to get to some of the beaches. Also, when the swell is big beginners better be prepared to watch from the beach. Surfing is a scary scary sport sometimes.

So yea the countdown to my flight home is now 2 days and I cant wait. These past 2 months have been pretty awesome, barring this week,Β  and I have met some crazy cool people but I am really looking forward to getting back home. I think I have come to the conclusion, albeit my conclusions change on a daily basis, that me and travelling are done. The travel bug has died or is at least temproarily napping. It has been a great experience these past 2 months but for me travelling has become boring and repetitive. Maybe its the place; after all to me Central American countries are all very similar and right now I feel as though I have seen it all.

I think when people go travelling, me included, they expect constant entertainment and gratification. However, for me travelling generally goes like this. Pack bags, sweat like a motherf*cker getting to the bus, sweating like a motherf*cker on a bus, checking into a hostel, checking out the towns sights( usually a cathedral and a museum), drinking annd repeat. If it wasn’t for surfing I would have been bored a looong time ago. In my opinion you really need to be a lover of history, architecture, nature or something along those lines if you want to keep your interest while travelling. Otherwise your time is spent either drinking or chilling. Chilling, there is a lot of it. For me, too much.

So yea. I’m done. With backpacking anyway. That’s not to say I wont do it again. Just next time I will set more realistic expectations.

What next? Well its back to my hoooome tooown to enjoy the festivities. Then I’ll make up a new plan.

Top things I have learned –

  • Don’t trust taxi drivers – No the bus hasn’t already gone and no you don’t need to spend $100 to get in his taxi.
  • Speak the language – Its more fun. And so much easier to bargain and find best deals.
  • Planning? – Nah don’t bother. Have a general idea that’s all you need. Overplanning is almost always a waste of time.
  • Oh yea and If its just rained its not a good idea to take a scooter with a passenger and surfboard down to the beach on a dirt track. Really, its not a good idea. Slipping and sliding all the way to the surf duuude.

Peace out brothers and sisters.



Santa Teresa – Surf, Chill, Surf a bit more, Chill

After the longest bus journey in the history of mankind we arrived at Santa Teresa and checked into our Air bnb. Finally, we had some space to call our own. And of course air con and proper beds! I will never again not appreciate what it feels like to sleep on a normal bed!


The next morning we got our surf boards and headed to check out the beach. The waves were biiig. Ok they were only like 4-6ft but for me that was enough to have the fear of my head being crushed like a watermelon if I paddled out. Fair play to Romana and Tim for having the balls to get out to the lineup. Myself and Sandra decided it safer to stay close to shore and get battered by the whitewash. I was thinking to myself ‘Dammmm I’m going to have nothing to do here but sit on the beach for 6 days..’ but luckily the swell was on my side and the waves calmed over the next 4 days. Meaning I could actually paddle out and join in the fun.

Romana & Tim post surf
Checking them waves

The second day we made a new ‘friend’ in some dog that followed us the whole length of the beach. It wouldn’t leave us alone. It even followed me into the sea, got scared and bit my board leaving about 6 teeth puncture holes. I had thought that I might have broken a board or damaged one but for it to be by a dog..yea I didn’t think that would be why. 20 bucks to fix!

The walk to the beach from our air bnb took about 20 Minutes each way. I quite liked the walk but to save the legs of the others and stop their moaning πŸ˜‰ we moved to Selinas hostel which was right outside the main surf spot. To be fair the now 30 seconds walk to the beach was definitely worth the move.

The surf over the next few days was goood. It was much flatter than the first couple of days but for me that was definitely a positive. I managed to catch a few waves in between getting smashed and tumbled a hundred times. It was good fun. The beach was also really nice especially at sunset. Sunset gave the whole beach an amazing hazy glow combined with the jungle being right up to the beach the views were pretty incredible.

Dropping in
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Sunset over Playa Santa Teresa


We managed to make it out one night after meeting Matheus, a Brazilian we were sharing our dorm room with. It was a fun night, strange… but fun. First stop was banana beach bar for a beer then we heard of a party at somewhere called Blues. We tried hitching our way there and eventuality got picked up by an American guy in his 40s driving a pickup. The pickup was not made for 6 people. We somehow squeezed ourselves into the back with the doors only just being able to close. It was only after we started driving we realised the driver was absolutely off his tree. He was wasted, rum in hand. To be fair though his driving was pretty good, I felt safe anyway but that was probably due to the alcohol I had consumed.

Blues was closed so we got dropped off at La Lora Amarilla. There was a lot of salsa going on and we were clearly the only gringos in the building. Our European and Brazilian dancing was not quite to the same standard as the locals…. It was like being at a school disco where all the guys would stand at the edges while a couple would be brave enough to hit the dance floor. In this situation we were the brave ones…

All in all it was a funny and random night.

Santa Teresa has been a super chilled place to stay and I have really enjoyed my time here. The surf was good, the beach was really nice and the beds were unbelievable. But it’s now time to get back on the bus for another mega tiring trip toooo…Nicaragua!

Yes I’m going back…Did someone say Sunday Funday…????? πŸ˜€

Playa Santa Teresa
And Another
Selinas Hostel
Post Surf Sundowners with Sandra, Tim and Romana


Goodbye Tamarindo, Goodbye Dreamsea

So my 3 weeks in the jungle is up and I am not really sure what to make of it all.

At the start I wasn’t sure if I would make it to the end of the first week but now as I am sat on a sofa in an air conditioned, clean room( Dreamsea readers will understand how happy I am right now!) I can look back on this as a very worthwhile experience, probably one of the most worthwhile experiences I have done as part of my travels. It wasn’t always easy; far from it actually and there were times when I just wanted my own bed back home but the best way to describe these last 3 weeks is as an experience. An experience that has taught me so much about how I should live my life and what is important to me.

Living in the jungle really gives you time to think. You are stripped of everything; no wifi(although wifi did come in after the first week), no clean space, no clean clothes. All you have to entertain yourself or keep you sane is yourself and the people around you.

 A normal day would start with waking up around 6am, breakfast at 0730( the food was really good here), jump onto the back of the shuttle into town about 1030, chill at Selinas hostel  pool, grab some food then hit the beach. Then it was back to camp at 1730 for an awesome dinner. After Dinner it would be either beer pong or a game of Tomas then out into town for a night out. Rinse and repeat.

All you needed to worry about was what time and what beach we would surf at; there was literaly nothing else you needed to think about. Except the bugs maybe. Those little shits, I won’t miss them.

We spent this last week mainly surfing. A couple of us went on a trip to the local beach Avellanas. The waves were a bit too big for me and after a couple of hours in the water, catching no waves and swallowing a ton of salt I decided to give up and stay on the safety of the beach.  We got to see the 500lb pig Lolita, the local attraction, sometimes seen swimming in the sea, this pig was huuuge, you didn’t want to get on the wrong side of her, she would defintely crush you.


Lolita says Hi

The beast
The last night we hit the Karaoke. I don’t think I had showered for at least 3 days( the sea is my new shower) by this time and I was still wearing the same clothes that I had been surfing in earlier in the day. Stay classy. But I sang my heart out to the killers. Probably the best singer in the bar IMO. What was meant to be a couple of beers while enjoying the karaoke turned into a bit of a bigger night due to ladies getting another free drinks night..It was bed by 3am. Alarm set for 530am for catching the bus to Santa Teresa. Who’s idea was this.

If I had known it would take 12 hours, 6 buses and one taxi( nearly two ferries) to get to Santa Teresa I would have rethought my drinking plans for the night before. Travelling in Costa Rica is an absolute nightmare. Travelling even 20km can take almost 3 hours. Its insane, the roads are not built for travels.

Anyway we made it to Santa Teresa in time to check into our Airbnb. What a change from the jungle. The jungle really does make you appreciate the simple( and clean) things in life.


  • The community and the people
    Dennis, Artem,Danny and ????

    Rooftop Sundowners
  • Back to basics, Switch off your phones. Forget your deodorant. This is the jungle baby
  • The surf – Can’t beat the trip to Playa Grande for a quiet day out surfing on some nice waves.
    Boat across crocodile river

    Wave hunting
  • Artem -I can’t write about Dreamsea without mentioning this guy. 99% of the time I had no idea what he was talking about. Something about the Universe and pure joy and the galaxy and amaaazing but this guy is definitely one of a kind. From the mantras to the non-sensical yoga tips this guy always provided entertainment and suppper amaziingness.


  • Mould, moving to the almost mould free bus was a godsend IMG_2087
  • Sleeping conditions. I actually got used to and kind of liked the bus by the end…
  • Always wet and damp,
  • Tico time,Prepare to wait or plans to be forgotten…
  • Bugs – finding a scorpion in my bag at 7am was a good fun way to wake up.

What now – I am in Santa Teresa and for the first time in a very long time I am pretty content with just living in the moment. If the jungle has taught me one thing its that there is no need to overthink, overanalyse or excessively plan. I used to do this all the time, probably why I am turning grey already :D. But right now I am happy with living today and letting tomorrow take care of itself. Boooyyya. Hasta manana.

To close :

Spend time with people not things

Social media is not social.

Don’t think just do ( To an extent..)

Keep on walking

Life, Volcano Arenal, Monteverde and the Pooping Sloth

Life is simple but never easy.

Meh meh mehhhhhhhhhhhh. Just about sums up my thoughts right now but anyways as Forest Gump would say ‘Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get’. I don’t know how that is even relevant. But… I do like chocolate…… mmmmmm. Ok yep I’m a f*cking weirdo it all makes sense now πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

Travelling. Yes Travelling. So the last few days have been pretty epic. Myself and Tequila Tim decided we needed a holiday from camp. A nice break away from the mould and the bugs, maybe even get some hot water and some AC. Ahhhhhhhhhh

We literally had no plan other than ‘Yea tomorrow morning we’re going to go to Monteverde’. How? For how long? We had no clue. We didn’t even really know what there was to do there. This was unplanned ‘Fuck it what can happen’ travelling at its best; and it actually couldn’t have worked out any better.

We stumped up some bug bucks ($45) to get a private shuttle from Tamarindo to La Fortuna; this took about 4 hours. La fortuna is the town sat directly below the Arenal Volcano. Called La fortuna supposedly because it has always been fortunate never to have been in direct path of the lava. We arrived there and it was pishing it doon so we spent the night hiding in the hostel playing some pool and cooking some food. I got my tequila debt down to 2 rounds of tequila by winning at pool so I was pretty happy.

The next day we went to La Fortuna waterfall. It was honestly the best waterfall I have seen and we had it to ourselves for some of the time. The waterfall was in the most amazing location surrounded by the rainforest. Great place to refresh the body and mind…

Full on Hippy Mode

We then went back to town then up the Volcano to the observatory, still having no idea where the volcano actually was due to the overcast weather. We hiked through the forest in the pouring rain, saw an anteater and generally just got soaked. Apart from not seeing the Volcano, it was a very decent day.

The next morning it was time to move on to Monteverde. It was an early rise but we were greeted by Mr Arenal himself which was a nice surprise. Only one full day in La Fortuna but we managed I think to see pretty much everything. Except sloths…but I’ll get onto that…

View of Volcan Arenal La Fortuna

After a 3 hour Jeep, Boat, Jeep journey we arrived in Monteverde at about 12:30 lunch time. The canopy tour which we wanted to do started at 13:00 so it was basically check into the hostel, eat some Pollandia and jump in the shuttle.

The canopy tour was so so so good. Superman zip-lining through the clouds in the middle of the rainforest was something else. I had no idea how fast I was going or where I was going, or how high I was….but it was siiick. The experience of zipling into a white cloud of nothing is surreal.


After the ziplining came the Tarzan Swing. Holy shit I was not prepared for this. It hadn’t even crossed my mind until I was walking out on the bridge, 40 metres high, and seen that there was no end to the bridge, just a drop.

I had never done bungee jumping or anything like that before and quite honestly I don’t think I ever will after this. It was a mega adrenaline rush and I screamed like a giant baby. You basically step off the bridge, freefall for like 3 seconds(the scariest part) then swing around until you stop.

I didn’t get any footage or photos of myself at this as my mind was otherwise preoccupied but our newly met friend Deny managed to do a frontflip off the end. It was unintentional. This was after 3 failed attempts. But with 3 little kids who must’ve been about 8 pushing past him and jumping he found some courage and flipped himself off…yea thats right…:P.

I don’t blame him for not doing it first time. It was proper scary but It was one of the best things I have ever done and would highly recommend.

Then it was onto a Night walk through the jungle. To cut things shorts as this post is becoming pretty mega we basically saw a sloth taking a dump. And yes my life is complete. Unreal amounts of joy at this. Again due to rain and about 20 torches shining on this poor sloth trying to just do his bushiness I have no great footage; but believe me it was awesome.

Sloth doing his thing

So yea these 3 days were action packed. We couldn’t have planned it better…or not planned it better…. I don’t know. Everything worked out, from connecting buses, to arrival times, seeing the volcano, ziplining and tarzaning and of course the sloth.

Good times.

Now back to Tamarindo basecamp for the next week.





DreamSea Costa Rica – Part One…

So in my first week here at Dreamsea I have been attacked by mosquitoes, eaten by ants , seen and probably also slept with a big ass tarantula and have been bitten by an Iguana while eating pizza.

This place is a total culture shock. The first couple of days here were interesting to say the least..You totally have to readjust yourself to living in the jungle. It reminded me of Bear Grylls the island just we had the ‘luxury’ of tents…and quality food. There was no Wifi for the first week which was pretty awesome to be honest, people actually socialised. The ‘Glamping’ tents were definitely not glamping; You could taste the mould with every breathe and you have no choice but to live out of the same clothes day in day out, nothing drys out here.

I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be clean and actually I quite like it πŸ˜€ Its back to basics.

There were a few drop outs after the first few days and I can understand why. But I can safely say after one week here that this place has grown on me, maybe even more than grown on me, its actually really something special.

The community and family spirit of the camp is the main draw of the place. Everyone works as a team, goes out as a team and surfs/chills as a team. There were about 50 volunteers when I first arrived and zero guests. Its one big fun family. And the guys running it really care about making this place a place of super positivity and partaay.

Flankeyball Tourney – Team Photo

Flankeyball tournament on the beach. Everyone needs to play this. An excuse to get smashed but also a proper fun game. I can’t really remember what happened but I know our team got to the final. I won’t go into the details of the game but it involves knocking down bottles, lots of running and quick downing of beers.

This was played against probably the best sunset I have ever seen. I was drunk so memories a bit hazy but I have seen many sunsets in my time and this probably topped the lot. Being in the ocean with the sun going down giving it that orange glow is totally the most serene experience you can have.


All in all this week started a bit like WTF where am I and has turned into one of the most memorable moments of my travelling. Good Surf and one big great positive family. As Artem(best/whackiest Yoga teacher) would say this place is Suuuper Amaaazing.

Highlight so far have to be –

  • Tequila Tim and myself drinking 50 dollars with of Tequila on Free Drinks night. Solid Idea.
  • Crossing crocodile river to surf playa Grande.
  • Catching my first Costa Rican Wave.
  • Back of the Truck karaoke in the pissing down rain.
Killing it
Charlie, Francesco, Tim and moi

Now onto week 2.

Standard Poser Photo :p




Ometepe Island

I hitch a taxi to the ferry from San Juan on my own. And when I get there I bump into the Canadians again. Its fate.

We take the ferry out to Ometepe. The volcanos look really cool from the ferry ride. We then get a private shuttle to our hostel. When we get in the hostel room we’re met by the creepiest sleaze i’ve ever met. And to top it off his name was Juan. Of course it was. There were tissues under his bed..and when I left the room he supposedly asked the girls if I could not sleep in the bed closest to him. So we left that hostel. We didn’t get a refund so someone….stole the Keys and we went off to stay at Little Morgans.

Little Morgans was such a chill place. The guys running it were drunk/high the whole time we were there but the place had a cool vibe and was much more happening than the Hostel we ditched. It was an eco hostel so basically like living on a farm; pigs, chickens and rabbits running about everywhere.

Another day another hammock

The place was full of Canadians again though. I don’t know what is going on but seriously everywhere I go they are there in full force. Seriously. Stop. Nah they’re not that bad πŸ™‚

The next day we rented scooters and went around the island. These roads were not built for scooters. Sabrina and Steph ended up in the ditch after the first 5 minutes..Could’ve ended  badly but tbh was pretty funny :D. I have no idea how the scooters or us survived the journey.  We made our way to see the waterfalls, got there and had the most basic lunch ever. Then decided we couldn’t be bothered with the trek up the hill. So we finished our sandwich and drove back to swim in the Ojo de Agua. We went a long way, risking our lives just for a ham sandwich.

Two hour scooter journey..for this

Ojo de Agua was a really nice place to refresh and hide from the heat. So we spent a good few hours backflopping off the rope swing and then made our way back to Little Morgans for drinks.

Ometepe was Ok. I think one full day was enough for me. A bit too quiet and unless you are hiking the volcanoes theres not much to do in my opinion. Still it was a good couple of days.

The ometepe crew

The next day I got back on the ferry and made my way to Tamarindo. I met the same taxi driver who I gave my shoes to at the bus station and he helpfully directed me to the bus. 

All in to get to Tamarindo I got 5 buses, 1 Taxi and 1 ferry; taking 12 hours. Fairly exhausting journey…but it did cost me peanuts.

The border crossing into Costa Rica was OK. I did get ripped off once but only for $8 after someone conned me into thinking unneeded to give him money to pass to the immigration office. Turns out I didn’t need to. After wandering around I managed to find my way to immigration then onto the bus to Tamarindo.

Arrived under a huge thunderstorm and me and Pascal, who I met at the border checked into Selinas. This place is cool; nice bar, nice rooms and good vibes maan. Still full of Canadians though….:D Staying here for one night before moving onto DreamSea surf camp.

Selinas Hostel

San Juan Del Sur – Sunday Funday

The biggest party in Central America, Sunday Funday.

Wake up, start drinking about 10am, finish about 10am the next day. I was more behaved than that and passed out about 1am just to let you know :D.

I stayed at Pachamamas hostel which is one of the main party hostels in town and where the Sunday Funday starts, so there was little to zero chance of any sleep, my bed was literally right above the dancefloor.

First morning there(Saturday) started with about 5 shots of tequila at 7:30 am with Sebastian, 3 Canadians – Heather, Steph and Sabrina and their local guides…It’s good to know someone who knows the locals…

We got a free tour of the town on the back of a pickup, stopping off at Playa Remonsa. Drinks were flowing (Free Drinks..). Was a good warm up to Sunday.


Sunday Funday itself was, I thought, pretty good overall. There’s 4 bars, 3 of which had pools. Pools and alcohol always makes things interesting. It is a long ass day though so expect a mega hangover. I’m just over mine now I think.


For me there is way too much of a ‘Bro’, backwards cap wearing spring break fest about everywhere over here. Its all way too Americanised.Β  The red beer pong cups were even out. Just needed Chad Hogan to appear and it would be complete. There were moments where I looked around and wanted to bang my head off the nearest wall. I have nothing against Americans/Canadians. They’re great. I just can’t party with them. Apologies to those who read this :D. I need some Brits/Europeans in my life.

Yea so to summarise Sunday Funday concept is pretty sweet although part of me would rather drink in the Hive.

The plan was to then stay and surf for a couple of days but after asking a taxi driver to take me to the surf spot and him saying it would be 20 dollars( for a 2 minute drive) I thought fuck this place I need out. So out I went onto Ometepe.

Tree house Party and heading to SJDSR

A bit delayed in posting, not enough Wifi, not enough time….

Partying in a tree house is pretty fun. Pre-drinking with a litre of rum before it, even more. The night started with drinking games at Oasis hostel with the other ‘lesser’ Scot Angus, Kerri, Simon and Vanessa and some other tag alongs who joined in. It got messy quick. As with most drinking games I lost, or Won depending on how you look at it.

After a good couple hours of pre-drinking fun we headed to the first bar where we would get our free shuttles to the tree house. I somehow managed to miss all the shuttles and was left on my own with some other randoms. I don’t actually remember this and was only reminded of this the next day when these randoms enlightened me;standard drunkan. So yea my next memory is actually being at the treehouse and talking absolute nonsense to people. I try not to offend people but I do a good job of it. Asking the same person the same questions again and again because you’re so smashed is a great way to make new friends.

The treeehouse itself was pretty cool, would definitely recommend going there to party, maybe not sleep unless you love scorpions and other wee bugs.

Then it was tuktuk home with Angus lying head out one side, feet out the other across our laps while some random girl threw up over his head.

Thats about all I can remember of this night.IMG_1704

It was then time to move onto San Juan Del Sur which is supposed to be the biggest party in whole of Central America. I hopped on the chicken bus to Rivas, then managed to persuade the taxi driver at the bus stop to take me to San Juan in exchange for my shoes. Can’t say i’ve ever paid a taxi off with a pair of shoes before. Jokes on him I was going to throw them out anyway.

Volcano Camping and the trip to Granada

So Monday night we decided to ditch our beds at the hostel in exchange for a nice roll mat in a sweaty tent next to one of the countrys more active volcanos, Telica. A group of us from the hostel hiked up to the rim of the volcano, it was a short hike as we got driven most of the way, probably about 45 minutes of hiking to reach the top, but it made me realise that I wont be doing anymore hiking on this trip. 7 months of no exercise other than drinking has really taken its toll. I’m not that fine ass fitness machine that I once was.

Volcano babyyy

This hike/camping experience was ok. I wouldn’t go raving about it. The views from the top were nice, the sunrise too and it was cool to see the volcano crater but to be honest you couldn’t really see anything other than the sulphur infused smoke. And with our guide informing us to watch out for snakes and scorpions when going for a piss it did make me think wtf I am doing up here and paying 55 dollars for it! Anyway, it was an experience none the less.

Nice views of the volcano ridges and sunset/sunrise

It was then on to Granada. I had been in Leon for a week which was for me overkill, so it was definitely time to move on. We got the chicken bus from the bus station to Managua then swapped bus to get to Granada. This cost a whole 2.5 dollars compared to the $20 quoted for private shuttles. Too easy. We were crammed into the back seat of the bus, backpacks on our laps and the two Germans surfboards between us.Β  For the whole 2 hour journey I couldn’t move even my arm if I wanted to. By the time we got Managua I was numb. Money well spent though :D.

Chicken bus at the bus station

Myself and Svelin checked into the Oasis hostel and seemed like this was the place everyone goes to as bumped into a few familiar faces. I was probably getting a wee bit fed up at this point at the routine of backpacking, the constant laying around doing nothing and the similarities between every place you go. I was feeling a bit lost. But I got some well needed sleep and met up with some cool people, another Scot, hes alright for a Weegie i guess ;). Everything seemed alright with the world again. Although I Still need to get back into this traveling way of life. I did learn one thing from this last week and It goes for both traveling and life in general.Β  For me, it is not the experiences themselves that make life enjoyable but it is the people you do it with. ( Philosobomb)

Sunrise Views

It was then party time. I’ll talk about that in my next post yall. Peace out. Wee heads up though, the Tshirt was off again…. ;P

Volcano Boarding – Cerro Negro

I didn’t die. I probably could have though.

Today we hiked up Cerro Negro, the most active volcano in Nicaragua, with our wooden planks that we would eventually be throwing ourselves down the nice hard volcano rocks on.Β  The hike itself was pretty easy, less than an hour and the views were niiice.


When you get to the top it turns into a game of dancing to get away from all the bugs. A few of which had bites that we were told could turn you into a crying wee baby. That was a fun story to hear.


After looking over into the edge of the volcano crater it was time for the journey down. First things first there is no way this would be allowed back in the UK, not without a helmet and full body armour anyway. It was steep and these were rocks we were going down over, not soft cushty snow. You do get a lot of speed and once you’ve got that speed there’s no slowing down. Unless you fall; then you ragdoll down over the rocks until your face stops you.

It’s steeper than it looks..

We survived though and it was a pretty epic, adrenaline pumping ride. Would definitely recommend.


I am now at the beach in Las Penitas; super chilled and quiet here, the beach is miles long and you have it all to yourself. The waves probably aren’t suitable for my surfing ability and its a bit too quiet for me so it will likely be back to Leon for a couple more days and a hike up Telica Volcano before moving on down south.

Las Penitas Deserted beach