I was offered breakfast by Marisol, but knowing the border wasn’t far away didn’t want to impose, although she already had a cup of coffee ready before I could roll out. It was an easy 10-15km to the border, although I did have to get my jacket out as the rain wanted to ensure I wasn’t riding alone. I knew I was closing in on the border, as I went past a line of trucks that lasted about 3km.
I arrived at the border having spent nearly all of my Nicaraguan money, saving just enough
My plan meant I’d get to double back and descend the same climb into San Salvador that had been so toasty when I’d arrived a week earlier. The traffic was pretty light as I left shortly after 6am, but the descent wasn’t that fun, mainly because the new tyre handles quite differently and I’m not quite used to it. It’s a lightweight road tyre and has minimal grip, something that had me nearly lose control going over the bump between the lane and the shoulder that would
It was mother’s day in Guatemala and so I was awake before my 5am alarm went off by fireworks going off in the street. Karen had been a huge help giving me information about where I needed to go and how to get there in Guate. I was on the bus at 6am, where the ticket vendor tried to tell me it was 35Q (after selling the same ticket to everyone else for 30Q). I wasn’t in that charitable a mood so explained to him quite calmly that I thought his behaviour was flat out wrong. A lady sat
After a couple of rest days in Chiquimula, it was time to cross the border to El Salvador. There were several border crossings close by, and I opted for the one of San Cristóbal as I preferred the route profile. I’d have a decent climb in the morning before it got hot and then it’d be gently rolling most of the way with another climb later. The alternate towards Matapan would have had several climbs throughout the day and actually more climbing in total.
My time in Chiquimula hadn’t
I was about 120km north of Punta Gorda, where I could take a boat to Puerto Barrios in Guatemala. It’d have been impossible to get there that day, as they leave either late morning, or early afternoon, so I figured I’d be camping just outside town to avoid the $10-15 hostel fee. I’d heard of a land crossing in the south, at Jalacte, but hadn’t been able to find information about it online. All I knew was that they were building a road to the border which wasn’t expected