San Salvador

Birds Eye View

Julio and I left Antigua and went to Guatemala City for our transfer to San Salvador. However in rather typical Guatemalan fashion there was hassle upon the exit of the country. When we arrived in Guatemala the Borders official ¨forgot¨ to stamp our passports and so essentially we were in the country illegally. We went to Immigration to see what could be done and were told that we could either go through official procedures and seek out a lawyer to do some paperwork for us and then wait up to three weeks (which of course, neither of us have) for the legal declaration of our arrival in Guatemala to be made so that we could leave the country (!)... OR we could pay the ¨fine¨ and leave swiftly the same day...

So we spent the night in rather grim Guatemala city, went back to Immigration the next morning and paid our BRIBE and got our stamp. Before our bus left we had time so we visited the ENORMOUS and SCARILY REAL sinkhole in the middle of the city. Cordoned off with high metal fencing, it was still very much visible and I can confidently confirm that it really is a black hole to the underground of HELL, taking buildings with it. We were in awe. But deeply troubled at the same time. How the world cannot be up in arms about this issue shocks me to the core. If this is not an indicator that we need to tune our lives into nature again then I seriously think humanity is doomed.

At the mall

...But then on to El Salvador! With the country using US dollars as currency and with my scarily diminishing funds, we resolved to not spend much time in the country and instead use it as a passage for Nicaragua... And so we only spent three nights there. Whilst I am certain that the country has more to see and do, San Salvador itself seems quite void of its own authentic culture. Ridden with shopping malls and American fastfood joints, it really is a centre of commerce, business and growing wealth. From the three days I saw it, I got the distinct impression that El Salvaor has picked itself up rather quickly despite its recent end to her civil war (1992.) No doubt that vivid memories are fresh in the peoples' psyches though and the fact that there seemed little distinct El Salvadoran tradition in the capital was likely due to the war stamping out such cultures. Although on the surface thinks seemed peachy and prosperous, I couldn't help feel sad for San Salvador for perhaps not being El Salvador but instead another generic American city.

So for the couple of days we were there, we did what San Salvador had to offer us - we ate pizza and ice-cream and watched no fewer than two Hollywood films (Robin Hood and ahem, Fame) and a stage play. Can´t remember the title but it was a highly entertaining one-man comedy about the differences between the sexes... all in Spanish. Not sure if its tribute to my improving language skills or the fact that the differences remain the same internationally and I could therefore recogise them, but I understood pretty much everything and was in hysterics throughout. San Salvador knows good theatre.

So after a few (relatively) expensive days in sexy San Salvador, it was on to Nicaragua... The colonial city of Granada to be precise.

Paz x