One afternoon, we went to a nice restuarant with a balcony for some people watching. Reto had commented that there were lots of people walking up and down, always seem to be the same people. What do they do? Do they not have a job or something? We imagined why they were walking up and down, and what they may be thinking.
There was an old man building an extension to his house, which was more or less directly opposite our restuarant. He was an energetic man, despite his age, and was very comfortably banging his hammer away. With watchful eyes, he never missed a pretty girl walking past, and would have a little chat with them. Apart from the latter statement, I would like a grandad like that!! hehe
Then we went for a little walk around another part of the island. It was pretty rural. Though shabby, there was something quite beautiful about the houses there. Maybe because the people seemed to be happy living there...? Saw many poulty - from the unbelievably ugly turkeys (was sad to remember the turkey at Reto's homestay family in Antigua. It had only a few more days of life left, bidding the world farewell when Christmas comes), to the much cuter baby chicks. For some reason, Reto refused to catch a baby chick for me... it seemed like carrying 1981 in his pockets was his limit!
The next day we caught the boat back to Rio Dulce. This time we stopped at a few places we didn't go on the way over. The weather was also much drier this time, and we had a second chance to take some photos of the passing landscape.
It was still quite early when we got back to Rio Dulce, so we took a local bus to Finca Paraiso - a hot waterfall on a private plantation. Whilst waiting for the bus to depart, we made little banana maiz sandwiches - bite size! Quite yum, actually! We ended up sharing a seat, so that a little girl can sit down. Her mother was quite grateful, and told us when to get off the bus.
After paying a small admission fee, we followed a short trail through a jungle to the watering hole, with a small waterfall in the back. It was smaller than I had imagined, and there were already some people swimming around. We started plotting who to follow, in the hopes of getting a lift on the way back - we weren't entirely sure what time the last bus was leaving.
The water itself wasn't that hot, unless you get closer to the waterfall. But that's easier said than done, as either the current washed me away, or I had problems getting past the slippery rocks. However with the assitance of a strong arm, I managed to get to the little alcove behind the waterfall. Was quite inspired to build a hot waterfall - Reto saying that his hometown of Schafhausen has the largest waterfall in Switzerland. So we could get his dad, who's a bank manager, to transfer some funds for us to buy a waterfall, manipulate it, get loads of tourists there, make loads of money, and we could keep travelling! Wicked plan! We had a slight disagreement with each other's design concepts though.
As we were leaving, a friendly family invited us to ride in the back of their pickup truck - a pretty fun ride. Better than riding in a bus, watching the pebbles on the dirt road dance as the wheels went over them. And of course, Reto couldn't have got a more naturally wind-blown dried hair...!
After dinner in Rio Dulce, Reto humoured me by hijacking a little boat for us to sit in to have a last gallao beer together. Then we went over the bridge, for a last visit to the Hotel Backpacker, to say goodbye to Emmy and Sara. On the way back (it was a long walk), three dogs down the side road begun barking at us. Naturally scared of dogs, I was worried, even though they were about a hundred metres away. Still believing their territory was threatened, they started running towards us. I admit, I was the perfect coward, jumping immediately behind my knight in shining armour to protect me. I would also like to say that Reto only simply had to speak to them in German to get them to go away. But luckily the dogs decided that the three of them weren't enough for Reto, and they backed away. Phew!!