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After two parties, one for mother’s day and the other a birthday it was on to the capital city – San Salvador. I stopped by the really pretty Lago de Coatepeque, even though I think Lago de Atitlán is more gobsmacking. The one advantage Coatepeque has other than the lack of lots of tourists surrounding it is that you can go swimming in it. I skipped having to drop down and instead sat around the viewpoint to enjoy the view and start reading my latest book, the story of Dave Conroy from Tired of I.T..

After a couple of chapters, it was off for a lunch of the El Salvadorian national dish of pupusas. They’re a fat tortilla made of corn or rice flour that are then stuffed with cheese or cheese and something such as beans, pork, jalapeño and garlic. They’re served with some kind of tomato sauce and a pickled cabbage salad and obviously eaten by hand. Considering they’re stuffed with cheese, up there with bacon as the greatest food, they’re delicious.

I stopped by a petrol station on the way to San Salvador and it was much fancier than those in Guatemala. There was not only AC and a little place to get some fast food, but also free wifi. The only downside was that after being inside to cool down for a bit, I was asked for a second time if I needed anything with the implication of if you aren’t buying anything that I might want to leave. When I asked about water I was pointed to the fridges and told it was on sale.

The road I took ran next to a large lava field laying in front of the volcanoes that stand by San Salvador. There was a road that cut up and over next to El Boquerón, but it was rather toasty and I didn’t have much water so I skipped it and kept looping around. On the way to the city I was going past sign after sign talking about the Honduran border, and my original idea of riding straight across to the eastern side of El Salvador started to fade. That’s not because I dislike El Salvador, but just because of my natural “oh wow I wonder what’s over there!” and borders are one of those things that sing to me like a splendidly sonorous siren. I’ll work it out during my time in San Salvador.

Lago Coatepeque

Lago Coatepeque

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