As you walk up the mountain, the first structure you come to is the living quarters, built up on stilts. There is one big dorm room and 6 private rooms, the composting toilet is just outside. No running water here, except for the very cold showers. Then up another steep climb to the building with the kitchen and bar area, this is also where the showers are. Just up above that is Fred and Chad's house. If I lived there for a month I'd be skinny again!
The 1st night there, Sean wasn't feeling so well and retired early, not Rita and I. Us, old broads, hung out with the younger set, drinking rum and coke and playing card games (no money involved). By the end of the evening, we were rather drunk, can you imagine. Rita and I tried to make it down the mountain but after a few steps Rita fell and took me with her, no major damage but it was clear she wasn't going down the hill by herself. We decided to put her in a hammock and let her sleep it off. Once we got her in we were afraid she would fall out. Oh what to do! Then along come Adam, a strapping and handsome young man, he picked Rita up, put her on his back and piggybacked her down the mountain. It was all very amusing and we laughed all the way down.
We were woken up the next morning by the sound of howler monkeys playing in the trees, it's really amazing how much noise those little guys make. When we got up to the kitchen for coffee, Fred congratulated Rita on getting a healthy, young man to carry her to her room. Ah, life is good!
Yes, that's the path!
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Location:Mambasa Volcano, Nicaragua
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