Friday...........tour of Granada area
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Iâ€™m to be picked up at 8:30 for the tour, so have some fruit for breakfast at 8:20, to be ready in time. At 5 to 9 I ask Katya, where is the tour? Oh, sheâ€™d forgotten to check and confirm with the company. She rings them and they say that because there wasnâ€™t a minimum of three people, there wasnâ€™t any tour. Unfortunately I wasnâ€™t told of this and didnâ€™t have any opportunity to comment, or offer to book for just one person USD60 plus taxes. Turns out that now there is no-one available. Iâ€™m also told that itâ€™s a public holiday today, but not sure how this affects anything.
Katya suggests that she runs around to another tour company a block and a half away; she does so and says that theyâ€™ll take me, with an English guide too! Apparently thereâ€™s another person staying at the hotel who also wants to do the tour so itâ€™s agreed, 10 am pickup, USD35 each.
Off we go at 10. There is Carlos, driver and Mauricio, guide. The other person from the hotel is Marcos, originally from Argentina, but living in Costa Rica. He is in Granada for the weekend.
The car isnâ€™t airconditioned, oh no. But Iâ€™ve already given up in the â€ślooksâ€ť department. I look really ghastly in all the photos, replete with my blonde eyebrows, compliments of the hairdresser in Quito and every day is a bad hair day in the humidity and heat of Central America. I feel part of the great unwashed.
The first stop is at the visitorsâ€™ centre of the volcano Masaya.
We all get along very well and Marcos and I have plenty of time to talk. Heâ€™s an English teacher in Costa Rica, starting his own business. We go to San Juan Oriente to see pottery being made and etched. Itâ€™s amazing the number of hours that go into making each article. I buy a small candle cover thingo for my livingroom and hope that I can get it back to Oz in one piece. We go and look at some more pottery shops and then go back to Granada. Travel agency is called Wow and I thought they were great.
Marcos and I decide to go for a walk later and end up sitting at an outdoor table and watch some of the preparations for tomorrow nightâ€™s festivities.
Unlike me, Marcos likes having his photo taken at places he visits, hence his frequent appearances in my photos.
Katya had offered to change my room for one not as close to the compressors, but I reckon the devil you knowâ€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦.