Weird burning in my chest

I’m starting to repeat myself. Photos and countries keep changing but diet is the same. I’m not talking about just beans and tortillas but about the challenges I’m facing. Mountains, oceans, heat, cold… It’s all becoming one. There are still moments of zen when I’m able to stop and enjoy the surroundings but I feel that my hunger for doing things is changing.

I have this itchy feeling in my chest and it’s not the horrible rash on my chest that is bothering me. Although the rash is pretty god damn painful and it burns like hell. Then again, I can deal with the burning pain but what I can’t deal with is the fact that I’m missing ‘the’ challenge. I do have my surf board and that is physical challenge for life but that’s not what I’m looking for. It took only the worst earthquake UN has ever encountered to realize all this.

I was two mouse clicks away from buying a flight to Santo Domingo in Dominican Republic but then I hesitated for a second and that was enough. After walking back and forth on the porch of my hostel I decided to still continue repeating myself. There is no point on looking back on that decision but still something changed at that moment.

Three hours later I woke up. It was 3 a.m and I took a two day hike. Quetzaltrekkers ( the very same organization that I spent 6 weeks with in Guatemala) also has an office in Nicaragua and I decided to see the local volcanos with them. It was an awesome hike except I got sick. I don’t know what it was but on the second day I was just exhausted and felt like shit.

Still, seeing a long line of volcanos, running down one of them, sleeping on one of them under the stars and finally swimming in one of them was a fun experience.

Overdosing on fun is not that much fun anymore.