We spent all day looking for some stupid lookout ostensibly to see where we had wasted our whole day wandering around looking for the lookout. After many contradictory and vague directions we saw this "lookout" tower, and figured that had to be it. All around the tower was fenced farmland with a house on one end. We asked a woman if this was the lookout, and if there was an entrance. She pointed with nod of her head to a section of barbed wire fence that wasn't as taught as the rest of the fence. Our first reaction was "REALLY!!!? C'MON!", but put in the perspective of most tourist attractions in Nicaragua, it seemed quite reasonable that some partial hole in a fence of some random womans back yard would be the main entrance to the trail to the lonely planet endorsed miraflor highlands lookout tower. After passing a number if grazing cows we reached the base of the tower, which under not so careful scrutiny was completely rusted out and absolutely unsafe to climb. Needless to say I was the first one up, and then Sam. There was a pretty good view of farmland, rolling hills, jungle canopy, and some more shit like that, but more importantly there were BEES! Every time I get somewhere hard to get down there are ALWAYS BEES! Gaagh! We made it back down flailing, but relatively unscathed, and began the long circuitous path back to our cabin.
After conversing with a couple who had just gotten back from a horse back ride to the lookout, we confirmed that we weren't at the lookout, we were just on some janky ass piece of junk in someones pasture. Well, at least we didn't have to pay for a guide!
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