The boiling mud pit of San Jacinto
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The day before we had booked a visit the boiling mud pits of San Jacinto which were situated 30 minutes drive from the centre of Leon. The trip was an afternoon trip.
We had been out walking the whole morning in Leon for the first time in real daylight and shortly after lunch we were picked up at the hotel by our guide and the driver. The day before we didn't for some odd reason get a good impression of the guy that was our guide and compared to the other trips we had done with the company in Granada it started pretty quiet the first.
He was talking but we couldn’t get any connection.
When we approached San Jacinto and got closer to the volcano Telica it was like it all turned. He really lived up and started talking about all the things in the area and some of the other trips that he was guide on. He had even had a group up on one of the volcano’s in the morning. It was like he was on real home ground and it actually turned out that he was born in the village and had lived the first 15 years of his life there.
When we arrived at the mud pit he warned us that some kids living close to the pit would try to capture us and be our personal tour guides around the pits.
Just behind us a big rain cloud started to develop over the volcano that was one around 1 kilometre away from where we were standing in the boiling mud. Lightning started the strike around the volcano and it was a beautiful sight. During our walk the guide asked us if we wanted to visit the village and see how they lived and also walk by his parents.
We would naturally love to do that and we got a really pleasant introduction to the village life in Nicaragua; he told us about the history of the town and the usage of all the fruits that we saw on the different plants growing in the city.
We stayed there for 30 minutes listening to stories and about a village hobby which was cock fight that actually was illegal but still very important in the city and for his family; They had been doing it for the last 4 generation and had no intention about stopping because they were the champions. It started to rain so the guide decided it was time to visit the only bar in the village before we were heading out to an iguana farm close to the volcano.
As we got in to the it was like the whole sky opened and rain was falling down in a way that I almost never had seen before. It was almost impossible to see where we were driving but the driver managed to find the village bar.
Babs and the guide and I shared a one litre Toña while we were waiting for the rain to stop. We waited quite long and the rain still kept pounding on the roof of the bar. We decided without any discussion to drop the iguana far because we had to walk up a muddy trail to get there and Babs and I could picture the mud hill that we had to overcome before coming to the iguanas