No fireworks this time, just the rays of sunshine peaking through the windows. It's been getting difficult to keep track of the days of the week, a wonderful feeling indeed. 

After a quick cup of coffee, I headed out with Miguel again. This time, it was to Cerro Negro, the youngest volcano in Central America.  There was only one other traveler, a fellow from the Netherlands. Perhaps it was because it was eight in the morning or maybe it was because he was hungover, but he wasn't as talkative as the Canadians I had previously befriended up Volcán Telica.  

Sitting in a caravan, we rode to Cerro Negro National Park in silence, peppered with the occasional question I had for Miguel. 

We then spent another half hour driving off road. Although, off road this time was a smoother experience than the last. The trails were much more developed, with the occasional large rocks thrown into the mix.