Saturday, 17th October, San Salvador: meeting the volcano
There a number of international schools in San Salvador, designed to catered to the wealthy middle and upper classes of El Salvador. People who live in gated communities in the capital, who drive BMWs, and who (chose to) see little of the country around them. The children of these people need to be educated, so they are dispatched to either the American school, the Lycee Francais, the British school, the German school… you get the idea. Well, it just so happen that we’re staying with a friend who teaches science at the British school. So Friday night is spent, after we leave the couple and their exquisite, gated property in the hills, with a collection of teaches from said school. All people our age, and drinkers. We meet in a great bar called La Ventana, where we happily get drunk with the kind of bawdy Brit banter which we haven’t had for a while. We then go clubbing, San Salvador style. Somewhat bizarrely, all the clubs are located in shopping malls. So hundreds of people are milling between various clubs, all located between clothes shops and the usual mall fayre. Very bizarre.
Either way, we wake up with hangovers. Time to hit the papusas, methinks. Neil, our awesome host, takes us up to the top of the volcano to check out the crater. Then to a fat lunch with, natch, papusas.
Highlighted by flash of lightning in pitch black night (check out the science specs)
Before the rain, a volcano on the way to San Miguel
We set off late. Of course. But what a wonderful morning of tourist bliss. Head to San Miguel, El Salvador’s 3rd largest city and on the way to the Honduras border. It, of course, absolutely pisses with rain once again and we arrive, like drowned rats, in San Miguel. I make Mike watch So you think you can dance? and then The Devil Wears Prada. All is well with the world.
