I stayed in that town already 2 weeks and I knew there is climbing areas nearby. I even knew where, but I couldn't find anybody to climb with. And then finally I met that Aussi, Mark, in spanishschool. He bought a car in the US and brought that big Pick-Up monster with him. Well a lot of room for all kind of stuff, so he brought all his climbing gear as well. The day after I met him we went up the old vulcano. Years ago there has been a Vulcano, but 1923 the biggest part of that formerly huge mountain was blown away by a big eruption. The young rock differs in quality, some of it is just amazing, the formations are mind-blowing and climbing is big fun. But it's a long way up, even in a 4WD Pick-Up. At the end of a bad road you reach a little dirty village. We parked the car and asked some little boys to watch our car. Marks spanish was just terrible, but he was doing his best. With his charming "hey, muchas dollares" he encouraged the boys to do the job. Then we hiked up the mountain. It was another 45 minutes. A little boy showed us the way and earned a snickers for that. Up there we ran around the rocks to get an overview over the area. Its big, crazy and just beautiful. Especially the thick heavy clouds that came crawling up the mountain made the whole scenery amazing. But that was a sign to speed up as well, it was rainy season here, that means a heavy thunderstorm every afternoon. We didn't want to be up here then. The funny thing about this place is, that there are a lot of mayas up there to pray. So you hear their singing and praying like a little background noise. When we started climbing a lot of people from all over the place came to watch us. I don't know where they were hiding, but suddenly there were 30 people watching us and, I'm sure about that, laughing about us. I couldn't understand them, because they spoke their mayan language, but the way they were pointing at us and giggling, I am sure they must have thought that we are completely insaint. They tried to tell us again and again that there was an much easier way to the top. And of course they were making fun about our stupid little shoes. Well, we just enjoyed being the centre of mayan interest and kept on climbing. Rock was good quality, and the routes were just incredible. After 3 hours we had to go down though. The thunderstorm was about to come and so we had to downclimb that old volcano. On the way down we met some girls that could speak spanish and had a chat with them. Mark was very into one of them. She had a huge mouth and when she was smiling, the biggest part of her face turned into lips and teeth. Mark was very impressed. When we told the girls that I was from Germany, and Mark from Australia, they didn't really know what to say. They simply had no idea where that was. They asked us how long one had to walk to get there. Mark said "No caminar. Airplane. Whoooosh. Mucho tiempo" but they simply didn't know what an airplane is, even after I translated that to them. But avion is something so unknown for them that this was no help to explain them the big distance to Germany. So I told them that you would need an ultra-fast donkey to make it in 1 year. I just skipped the fact that this donkey needs to be a good swimmer as well. When we came back to our car their were 10 kids and her mum gathered around the car to protect it. We gave them a little bit of money and the mum came over and asked me if I had an English book with me. She wanted to teach their children another language. On the way back into town I told myself that the next time we go climbing up there I would bring this family a schoolbook to learn English.