¨ I thought both volcanos would have an atm¨¨

so i have fallen a bit behind in the blogging.. were going to go back in time to when i crossed the border into nicuragua on a bus with air conditioning and middle aged woman´s vomit. Megan and I left tamarindo to flea costa rica in search of cheaper countries.... first nicuragua. we forgot to buy our ticket a day in advance so we wound up going on a private bus with air conditioning and a bathroom and romantic music videos. The bus stoped at what i thought was a legit border crossing.... I figured big building... cops with ak47´s ( lonly planet tell´s us this is normal.. in nicuragua) ... and money exchange people with badges.... this must be ok. I agreeded to changing my colones to cordobas... and imediatly got cheated out of 15 bux. Some nice costa ricans from our bus alerted the cops... who said they would look for the guy... but did nothing when i found him because he said he had never seen me before and smiled at me. The nice middle aged costa rican and his son who looked like a skeezy guy but was sweet and kept helping us and letting us in front of him, exsplained that i was cheated because i have curly hair and my skin is not brown... fair enough, lets call a spade a spade. We got to the crossing and the nborder people left right before we got the the front... to i dont know pick their nose... and a creepy guy kept inching closer to me like he was going to rob me or hit on me... i lucking am smart and did not get robed... the border people returned and barely looked at my papers and then we were back on the bus. I walked past some bright yellow vomit and an embarased chic european woman... the bus atendants were covering it with newspaper as if they were adam sandler in big dady. We were in the bus for all of 5 minutes before we stoped again... the bus people scarily took our pasports to be stamped ( but did not tell us this) we took all of our bags.. stood in line only to be instructed to push a large red button which controled a stop light... I pushed it and it did not turn green and the man with the gun looked concerned and asked me to push it again... the second time it turned green and i was instructed to walk to the guy loking at bags who glanced at me for maybe a second and then let me pass. It was sort of like the good and bad egg scale in willy wonka.... the long and short of it being had i wanted to smuggle drugs that would be aok. the buss people took our bags back and then called our names from the passports and then let us get on... sort of like dodge ball teams. I heard edderrrr nuinan and got on the bus, glancing for a moment at the woman selling hamocks wraped up on her head making her look like frida. I really wanted to take a picture but thought i might get mugged. from the bus we got off at the shell station the lonley planet says you can catch the bus to san jorge from. However we were informed that the bus costs more than the cab. so we got a jesus is my savior cab to the ferry to the island of ometepe. The ferry showed music videos that were definetly inapropriate for children, and the whole ferry looked like it was out of a 60´s sitcom. we took another bus once on the island... and meagn asked if i had gotten more money out, because only the island we were not staying on had an atm.... i had not but luckily... i was only 10 dollars short. after a good nights sleep in our ranchero style open air camp beds we went on the hike up the volcano. It was exsplained to me by our nonchalant aussie hostel owner that for 10 dollars we could go on a guided 8 hour hike up the smaller volcano... we thought thats a good deal why not. Yeah we now know that when the hike is described as easy, and a little muddy ... nicuraguans mean the hardest hike you will ever do that will take you 9 hours instead of 8 because you will be hand over foot climbing up the most mud you will ever see, with your 3 litters of water recomended by your guide that is looking at you dispondently. Lonley planet said our guide would have ropes to help us..... not so much..... Megan and i have decided no more hiking for the rest of the trip possibly the rest of our lives. The view was nice at the top though. the next day we of course went to the mayan petroglyphs that were farthest away... and got another tour from a old man who i thought was adorable until he started toughing my arm and calling me mi amour. all in all i did love ometepe... it was sort of like boruca... and after the petroglyphs i got some great shooting done on the island with the atm. In the morning megan and i got on the ferry and at a hearty breakfast on the ferry of coffee and bimbo pinguinos... aka black hostess cupcakes with the white squiggle, while watching spanish music videos made from american movies and barry white videos where the lips dont match up with the spanish... all in all my best breakfast yet. We arived in granada at noon...