El Salvador: a much needed five day break from school and
children, turned into one of our biggest adventures to date and I shall try and
recount it all (minus the boring stuff) so…here goes.
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| Making friends everywhere we go |
We got our residency cards on Tuesday after school, as we
travelled to Santa Barbara. Now this may seem unrelated to our El Salvadorian
adventure but, had we not received these cards we would not have been allowed
out of the country. So firstly..Yay for residency cards!
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| Bags of nuts that we paid an extortionate amount for |
We made our way to San Salvador on our trusted chicken buses
all the way from San Pedro Sula. A decision that saved us about $30 and didn’t
take much longer either so win win!
The next day we decided, after much deliberation and advice
from a reliable source (a guy we met in a bar) to rent a car… in central
America…
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| FAMILY ROAD TRIP |
At every junction that whole car shouted “right hand side of
the road, very important, right hand side of the road, very important!!” El
Salvador, considering it’s in Central America has really good AND well sign
posted roads – who knew- so driving around on the wrong side of the road was
surprisingly easy and enjoyable. Me and Kate shared the driving
responsibilities and were elected interchangeable parents, Erin was the oldest,
Ellen middle child and Nicole/Michigan was named the youngest child despite
being the oldest.
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| Kids misbehaving in the back |
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| "I'm glad your eyes are still on the road in this picture" |
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| Famalam |
We arrived first in El Tunco, a beautiful beach and set up
camp in Hotel Pupa. The next day we woke up early for a surf lesson which was
awesome, some of us were slightly better than others but everyone had fun. It
was made even better by returning to find a guy we called Pocahontas wearing
Kate’s bag which she had misplaced the night before - what a wonderfully strange man!
Then we went for a waterfall hike, feeling slightly worse
for wear.
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| Under the Waterfall |
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| Me flying |
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| Erin flying |
I drove to Ataco, the highest town on the Routa De Las
Flores, which was a beautiful drive with some close shaves when we went through
tunnels with bad car lights and sunglasses on, but we got there eventually!
Although we had been in El Salvador for 2 and a half days we were yet to try
the staple of papusas, but I was glad we waited until Apaco because they were
amazing..
Ataco had some beautiful street art and was the best of the
towns on the Routa De Las Flores. We drove back to San Salvador stopping at the
other towns along the way, and driving was definitely the best way to do it,
buses would not have been fun.
We got back to San Salvador and the car rental place with
minutes to spare and they didn’t even charge us for the extra time that we had
out car, what lovely people.
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| Pocahontas (our cars) numberplate |
The journey home deserves a separate blog post of its own,
but…here it is…
The journey began at 6am with a taxi man refusing to take
five of us in his taxi because he was worried he would get a ticket…10 minutes
of refusing to exit the car and a promise of an extra $2 later we were off… We
found our desired chicken bus to the border and all was well, or so we thought.
Two hours into the three hour journey the bus gave up and
its contents spilled out onto the road. We were stranded. Great. After laughing
about the situation for a while we decided we should probably do something, and
walked away from the large group of people and tried our luck at hitchhiking…
now hitchhiking in central America seems like a dangerous prospect but when you
have no other choice, and in the situation you don’t really think about the
danger aspect, you think about how much trouble you will be in if you don’t
catch that last bus home and make it back to school tomorrow!
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| Proof that we are not built for Central America. In the bathrooms at the border. |
Someone pulled over and offered to take us 5km of our 59km
journey, which we gladly accepted and then walked for a bit longer. After giving
up hope I stuck out my thumb to a humongous lorry who – thank who ever is up
there – pulled over for us. We pilled into his cabin; four of us on his bed and
one up front and he drove us all the way to the border. THEN waited for us to
go through the pain in the rear end, that was immigration, and THEN continued
to take us to Santa Rosa which was where we needed to be…such a wonderful,
wonderful man! We said goodbye to him, Ellen and Erin, and caught out last bus
to the Desvio. We had missed our last bus home home, to La Union but Edgar, an
11th grader would be coming through to pick us up. The issue was
that Edgar was in Gracias at the time, and under new law, any town with a jail
does not have phone signal…good one Honduras! So we were stranded.
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| Sleeping in the back of Antonio's lorry compartment |
The three of us then got ripped off by a guy who said he was
going to La Union, but was actually only going to Lapaera…the first
dishonest person we met on our whole journey. So we just had to sit and wait…
two balleadas later I got a call from Edgar “MISS WHERE ARE YOU?” “Okay, we’ll
be there in 10 minutes!” 10 Honduran minutes later (20) we were saved and piled
into the back of his car, bags and Nicole sprawled everywhere..
And so concludes our adventure, we got home at 8, having been travelling since 6, safe to say it was one of the longest, but most memorable days of our time here so far.. A perfect way to mark out seventh month in Honduras…. SEVENTH!!!
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| Redeeming quality of the day, watching the sunset in Lapaera as we waited for Edgar |
