Me and Pedro wake up the next morning and decide to make a pilgrimage to San Diego de Alcalá Mission. We decide to save our $2000 and just to walk. Every year, the people of Nicaragua travel to Ometepe to celebrate the Holy saint in that church. Ometepe also has healing people or Shaman that magical cure people of unfriended disease. So we got our packs and stored some food, LARGE gallons of water, sleeping bag and some medical supplies. We head out to Ometepe. By the way, it’s a WHOLE two days until we get there, so we are going to be tired. We continue walking and meet some young teens that are heading there too. Me and Pedro try to talk to them so we can become a group. If we stick together then we can fend off kidnappers and have each other for help supply rations. So me, Pedro and 6 other teenagers including a boy who has polio travel to Masaya to regroup with their friends. It was a heck of walk but we find out a couple of things about the Nicaraguan people. There are 5,848,641 in total in this small country. That is a lot of people. There are triple the times more men than women in Nicaragua. That mean getting pregnant that you will most likely get a son than daughter. Most of the men are ages 25-34. The women are ages 45-60. The birth rate is 18.41 births of 1,000 population. The death rate is 5.07 deaths is 1,000 population. The literacy rate in Nicaragua is very low, which means that they aren't very smart in academics but technical skills. Or workers if you prefer to call them. The ethnic groups are mostly native people, but there are also whites and some blacks. Their language is mostly Spanish so because of the literacy scores English is no good. We continue heading to Masaya. We make a couple of stops to the local gas stations and buy some clean water and Coca-Cola’s. We head to Masaya, regrouping with the teenagers friends. We sleep the night at Hotel Ivana’s for$38/night. Next morning, all of us got up and started resupplying ourselves for yet another long walk. We headed out to Ometepe for the Equestrian Rally. We continue walking there. Finally we hit the city of Ometepe. We head to the entrance of the rally and we are astounded by how big of the crowd is. We thought we were early, but I guess people already camped in the area. We rustle our way to the church being pushed by children, adults, and even elders. We get to the head of the church and tell Pedro to obtain the teenager with polio. We came all this way to see what blessings and miracles the Shaman can really do. All of us watch as the Shaman rubs snake oil on his hand and begin massaging the boy with polio. I ask myself? Did we just walk TWO days just to see this dude massaging a disable teen? But then my eye catches something. When the Shaman is done oiling down the boy he uses Cuban smoke and smothers the boys back with it. Within minutes, amazingly the bot got up. We help him off his feet slowly. We let him go. He moves He Moves. HE MOVES. The boy walked around amazed and hugs us all. I put my donation which is $100 in the Shamans donate box. Me, Pedro, and the teenagers left almost feeling like we just met Jesus. The use-to-be polio boy is running around in all direction exciting like he just got a new car. I call in Paxeos Shuttle Service for all of us to get picked up. We then leave and head back to Managua in 24 hours/$65 for all of us. We are he last ones dropped off to our hotel. We stubble to our room and just fall right to sleep.