Rio Dulce

After a long busdrive I decided to go to a hostel that is owned by some swiss guys. I had to take a boat across the lake to reach the swamp, on what it is build on. A nice hut-style hostel in the middle of the jungle and a calme sidearm of the lake. Everything seemed nice. Than I wen’t to the bar to have a chat with the guys and to get the daily alcohol dosis. Well at first it was about getting to know them. Than it was about finding out why they talk stuff that normally lunatics have a monopoly on. It ended in a full scale war about a range of things. They don’t beleave Neil Armstrong was on the moon; They don’t beleave in the exploration of space; They think it doesn’t make sense to do research; and the best of them all: They think the american goverment orchastrated 9/11. Well we had a nice chat there. In the morning I had to leave.