Day 92: Ometepe, Nicaragua
I met Andres on the ferry from San Jorge to Ometepe. As he boarded the ferry, people immediately started talking about him.
You see there is a hierarchy amongst travelers and the ones who choose the most difficult path are on the highest echelon.
So in the world of backpacking, Andres is the equivalent of a rock star.
Andres introduced himself and we were in awe as he explained he was cycling through Central America; we had been sitting on a bus for the last few hours, tired from the heat alone.
He was seeing countries in a way we could never experience on the chicken bus.
In theory I think it would be amazing to cycle anywhere, but the reality is that it’s a lot of hard work, especially in the hot sun.
I’m a complete novice at nature and have come to realize it just may not be my thing.
When I asked about the low points he said it’s times when riding uphill and questioning why he’s doing this.
But this occurs for only a moment as he’s often met by a local or child, struggling to catch up so they can bike along with him.
It’s strange because in the real world everyone on the ferry had little in common but we were united by the need to travel.
Andres works at Yosemite and is into climbing and the outdoors. Dana, one of the girls on the ferry is 14 years younger than me.
In the real world we would have never met, yet on the road we all quickly became friends.