On saturday, the film crew, myself and Mr. G made our way around the town and out to the market in Masaya. On the way there, we stopped at a national park to explore the wonders of a beautiful volcanic landscape. As we pulled over and got out, you could see the smoke rising from a seemingly endless ravine. The slightly grayish clouds billowed up shifting with the wind. Staring down into the depths of this sleeping dragon, I kept hoping to catch a glimpse of its' firey belly, but the clouds of smoke merely played tricks upon my eyes. Every time I thought I might get a break, the wind would shift ever so subtly and a new puff of smoke would swim across my view.
The landscape adjacent to the gapping depth was barren and rock strewn. The soil shifted from black to green to red to yellow, all with a slightly hazy brown mirage suspended across it as far as you could see. As we climbed the winding stairs to the wooden cross erected above, the clouds of smoke brought with them swarms of every insect imaginable. Some were so small you had to strain to see them as they crawled across your skin, causing your hair to stand and your nerves to tingle. Others were little black lines that squirmed along, tickling the back of your neck, causing you to imagine them crawling into your ears and up your nose. The worst part being that at least some of these nearly unseen foes were vicious enough to sink their teeth in as the passed.
The only way to put up with the constant torrent of microscopic nuisances was to keep moving. So, I hiked quickly up the steps, enjoyed a gorgeous view for as long as I could stand before descending past the abyss once more. In no time at all, we were on our way. Well, after David got finished expelling the "welcome to Nicaragua" message his stomach was so adamantly presenting to him.
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