Van repaired, showered and well rested from our stay at the car wash, we set off for Volcan Ceboruco. It was pretty wild. First we drove through Jala, a tiny town in which every single person that resided there must have been on the main cobble stone road leading to the volcano as we drove through. Having endured the maximum of awkward stares possible, we finally started heading out of the town and up towards the volcano. We followed the extremely steep single lane (if that) cobble stone road around its meandering bends and blind, switchback-like curves wondering with each one when we’d hit some impassible obstacle and have to drive it in reverse for who knows how long. The van prevailed though and soon we were at the “visitor center.” (more…)