Today I slept in and Sara got started on feeding the pigs. Which is fine by me, as it is basically my least favourite thing to do. The pigs however have now a fear of me because I use the tactic of fear mongering. Apparently it’s all in the noises you make. The “shh shh” noise is critical. And holding a stick just in case to brandish is also important.
The real surprise today came with the arrival of two people while I was in the shower. In my haste to get ready I failed to check my pants for insects and subsequently thanks to the unwelcome addition of one warrior ant, I now have two significant ant bites. When I arrived in our kitchen I realized it was one of the Canadian girls I had traveled with from San Pedro Sula on route to Managua. She had made it to the Island and was looking for a farm to WWOOF at for the next week. We talked about some of the other farms, including Finca Zepilote which was recommended to me by another traveler on that same bus. She ended up heading there and informed me of the products they make there. Including bread, humus, their version of nutella, and peanut butter. I was sold. So Sara and I, equipped with a map that Martijn drew and Dukie (the resident dog), we headed to Zepilote. The path was something like
“cross the first fence, walk directly across, walk alongside the fence, walk through the plantain field, walk past a cemetery, head through what appears to be someone’s backyard”, and pass another plantain field and end up at Zepilote”.
Dukie managed to lead us most of the way there with an inspiring confidence. That was until he decided the best thing to do was to chase the chickens who hid in the plantain fields. Subsequently we lost our way, back tracked and finally made it to Zepilote. A 30 minute trek took us one hour. Awesome. But frankly it was totally worth it. Not only was Zepilote a really fascinating place, when we arrived we climbed up the mirador to see the views of Lago Nicaragua. Then we meandered through the property, before finally making our way to reception, which we were told was were the delicacy of peanut butter was.
When we arrived at this impossibly small building, inside we managed to find the following: liqueurs of many different flavours, muffins, oils, granola, shampoo, cookies, peanut butter, chocolate hazelnut spread (aka nutella), mead, juices, organic honey, marmalade, and much more. In short, it was both inspiring and daunting. The options seemed endless. In the end I settled for the following: hibiscus lemonade, nutella, peanut butter, humus, a chocolate muffin, a banana muffin, and bread. Totally worth the trek.
We decided not to try to retrace our steps through the fields again and opted to take the road. In this way, we managed to see Zepilote’s new store, a converted cheese wagon. Quite inventive! Then after a relatively quick jaunt, past lots of colourful and massive barnyard animals, we were back home. For dinner, pineapple fried rice with hibiscus and spinach leaves. Delicious.
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