Went to the thermal springs – Termales de Santa Teresa. Fairly typical of volcanic countries. I remember seeing these calderas in Azores islands and Costa Rica. For some reason, saw one of these up in the mountains in Jordan too!

Interestingly, here they have the mud to plaster over your body like we saw in Jordan by the Dead Sea. But unlike the Dead Sea, here they have black mud for your body and white mud for your face!!

I had not come prepared. Else, I would have loved to relax in these thermal springs after the hike yesterday and all the walking today!

We went to a coffee plantation near Ataco town. There, this young gentleman Gustavo – all of 26 – gave me a tour of the coffee factory and painstakingly explained how coffee is made step by step.

At the end, we sat down to have a cup of coffee and went thru his life history. Grew up with his mother and brother. This, I have found to be fairly common in Latin American countries. Parents separate after having kids and the kids stay with the mother.

I asked him how much studies he had done. It seems he did finish high school but no more. This is another recurring theme I am finding with folks here.

His mom worked in the coffee factory. He joined at the age of 14 to help with money while going to school. And then his brother joined too. The three live as a joint family and live off the earnings from the coffee factory.

We promised to keep in touch in the future.

While having lunch with Gabriel in Ataco, I noticed this small car by the street side. He let me know that these cars are often used as taxis in small towns.

“You know, this is an Indian car,” he said.

I was very surprised.

“Is it a Nano?”, I asked. But then, a Nano is a two door car I thought.

Got down from the restaurant and checked out the car brand.

Got a shock of my life. It is a Bajaj!!!

All my friends from India, have you seen anything like this from Bajaj in India ever? Or for that matter, have you ever seen any Bajaj car in India ever?

Technically called Conception de Ataco, it came across to me as the most vivacious town of them all.

The Albania Cafe, to be precise. In USA, we would call this an amusement park. One interesting activity I found was biking on ropes. The tire basically has flanges (like a railway car wheel) that keeps you on the rope and then a hanging wire that the bike is tied to ensuring no fall. I am sure riding it over vast spans of air with the tree line hundreds of feet below it is exhilarating. And incredibly fearful for me.

There were these sisters (from the church) literally yelling at the top of their voices on the loudspeakers. From the tone of their voices, they seemed to be sternly commanding one and sundry to atone their sins. When I asked Gabriel, he said – “No way – they are gently saying prayers for all the city people”.

Go figure!

I do not think I am still pronouncing the name of the place correctly. Formed nearly half a millennium ago, this is atypical of the various colonial towns I have seen so far. The kids were just getting out of school and size wise, it seemed bigger than the previous two I went to.