...and other stories from Leon
07.07.2012 - 07.08.2012 88 °F
On Saturday, Heidi and I took a bus (or rather a series of buses and a pedicab) to Leon. As you might have guessed, there was a clown on our bus. We're not really sure what his angle was, as despite his attire he didn't have any real clown skills (about 5 seconds on mediocre juggling and that's it). He earned 3 cordobas from us based simply on his randomness.
The clown on the bus may have been the highlight of Leon. Upon arrival, a pedicab driver took us directly to Chillie Inn despite our requests to go to the center of town. We quickly learned that this was the "spiciest place in town" and minutes later had a room booked. We quickly found that Leon has almost nothing to offer as far as entertainment. We settled on a few beers and some nachos before calling it an early night.
We woke up early on Sunday for Volcano boarding, one of the things that Leon seems to have gotten right. The hike up was both strenuous and stunning; absolutely worth the work to see the views from the top. The ride down was quite the rush (pretty much what you would expect from a 45 degree grade). At the end, we were both glad that we had done it and glad that it was over.
By the time we got home on Sunday night, we couldn't wait to see Rosita and the many chairs. It's strange how, when everything is so foreign, a place can feel like home after such a short period of time.