We were gonna take the 9:30am bus (assuming it existed) from Granada only to find out that it didn't, in fact, exist. And that the next one would be at 11am. Ah. So we sat in the sweltering bus for 1.5 hrs, watching the locals suck on their plastic bags of refrescos and then throw them out of the unmoving window, turning the bus stop into a sticky matte of white plastc bags and bottles.
At 11 we finally began our bus ride to Rivas, from which we taxied to San Jorge where we caught the 1.5 hr ferry to Moyogalpa in Opemete where, drenched in a downpour we ran into the chicken bus that would finally take us 2 hours to our final destination, the old dictator's ranch-turned-hostle in Merida.
The hostle was especially run down (or rustic, whichever word you prefer) and had clearly seen better days, but it was still a cozy vacation spot, with a nice open area with hammocks and plenty of tables. We went into Merida town (literally all 3 buildings of it) for our lunch and layed around the rest of the day, venturing out on the rickety pier to have a look at the lake.
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