Horses for the lazzzzy

Watching the sunset

Pacaya, our desired destination

It was dark already when we got up there

The first glimpse of lava

One of the guides

Mezmerized…

The Marshmallow roasting volunteer…

It’s not as easy as it looks… it’s hot hot hot hot!

Adrenaline junkies jumping over the lava

US April, my fellow hiker

It was completely dark when we headed down the vulcano - six of us with two flashlights

My hostel in Flores - Los Amigos

 Inside Los Amigos - it was packed with tourists, hammocks, plants, candlelights and great food and drinks

The French from Montreal

Somehow the gave me enough food to feed a whole family!

 The streets of Flores

Crossing from Flores over to Santa Elena

 Looking back to the little island of Flores… Flores is located in the middle of a small lake and consists solely of hotels, restaurants and tourist shops. There’s not a single supermarket, the only food shop sells snacks only.

The market in Santa Elena. Someone cooking soup! There were actually carrots in the water in that thing… I stood there for a while but noone came to sell me soup… 

I got a cowboy hat in the market in Santa Elena…

… and one of the bargaining tourist shop guys in Flores tried to buy it from me:)

Shawn, the Canadian who learnt Icelandic in five years, here wearing an Icelandic football shirt. We did a few Icelandic drinking songs and the Icelandic National Anthem for the crowd around the bonfire.

Nigist, Meklit and Juan

Ariga from Armenia