Nica sum up and El Salvador

SDO I loved Niucaragua and all the people I met there...the funny thing is that this was a place I intended to see for a day or two and blow through and leave but fell in love with. If you remember my entrance to Nicaragua then you will know that it must have taken something speciaql for me to have such a change of heart.
Granada is such an exquisite city, it has the most beautiful architecture and I feel sad everytime I see someone litter here, which is alot. The only ppl using garbnage canbs are tourists despite the signs. That is one downfall, the others are the amount of kids begging and sniffing glue on the streets...you will walk by many kids passed out in the middle of a sidewalk and you cant sit on a sidewalk patio without being asked for money or food or having someone try to sell you something...its just a way of life and it takes a lot to get used to. Then there are the dogs, lots of dogs and they are hungry also. Then you have the men...oh the men. Im sure all women get attention from the men but man if you are blonde, dye your hair. You cant walk a street without at least 15 comments, one guy almost rode his bike into a building blowing kisses at Laura and I...personally I wish he had because I would have laughed. Alyson, Laura, and I walked by a guy and he said...hey baby, wanna eff baby and I wrote this in the PG version...I felt like saying of course I do, where have you been all my life...loser. I didnt, we just ignored it and kept on walking. So after leaving the comfort of the Corn Islands which I still miss we came back to Granada and the noise hit us right away..there are no cars on the corn Islands so honking horns and a busy street really trips you out after 8 days away from it all. I also missed the coconut bread...thats right I said coconut bread, I still crave it. Laura and I checked into Amigos hotel instead of the bed bug infested Hostal Oasis for our last night together before I hit El Salvador. When she went to shower later she noticed her clothes were missing from her being on her bed. We searched everywhere and found her underwear, shorts, 2 tops stuffed under a shelf on the floor which is really strange because we are still confused asd to who would take such items but we are leaning towards one of the two weirdos from Vancouver...a young quiet girl or this weird old man...must be the BC bud but these two were slightly coocoo. Anyway she is still missing her black sleeping shorts which she has been wearing for days so God knows why this item would be stolen, its like taking someones underwear...I love this girl but I wouldnt borrow her worn gonch but thats just me.
So the next morning Im on the road again and by myself for the first time in a long time and right away I miss Laura and all the friends I made along the way...I hate that abouty traveling, you have so many good memories and you see so much youçll never forget but then you have to say goodbye...of course Laura will be a person like Martin who I never lose touch with. I took the bus to Managúa which is supposed to be sketchy but everyone was niv´ce to me and helped me out alot. From there I jumped ontyo the King Quality bus headed for San Salvador. If you are ever in Central AMerica, make sure you are on one of these buses at some time. I have stayed in crappier ´hotels and Air Canada has nothing on the service of these buses...you get lunch,´unlim,ited drinks, a bathroom, movies, and the seat reclines so far it is like a bed and comes with leg and foot rest...Pure awesomeness...not to mention they dont stop every ten feet like the local buses and no one is allowed to get in to sell you something or beg. Now and then the ppl who get on with bags of water are handy but hey the bus already has it. Did I mention they have squeegee kids in Managua...still funny oh yea and Scotia bank and Wendys...I guess you are never to far from home. We got in late to San Salvador and I checked into Hotel Puerto Bus because it is at the bus station and has free internet and breakfast. It also had hot water and anyone who has traveled Central America knows this is something special.=..and by the way ladies, our hair isnt completely screwed, a hot water shower makes it good again...yey now I dont have to shave my head as originally planned....good show
At the border to El Salvador the bus takles care of everything...a guy form immigration gets on, looks at your passport and asks if you speak Spanish. As a white person I say muy poco meaning very little because otherwiser I know he is going through my bag...just word on the street. The guy is nice to me and waves the 10 entrance fee ¿sometimes I love being a blonde Canadian? then another guy comes on and asks the same thing and rechecks your passport. The bus starts away but is pulled over into a weird area where sure enough two bags are taken off the bus and completely ransacked, it wqould give Tel Aviv airport a run for its money...guess whose bag did not get ransacked, thats right mine...so next time they ask if you speak Spanish say muy poco because they cant be bothered to question an idiot while digging through their skivvies. They do however releáse the hounds throughout the undercarriage of the bus to sniff God knows what out but whatever it is donty bring it because you will be caught with it. So all these passpo´rt checks and you think I would get a stamp...nope, Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvadort and NIcaragua share a stampe so thats all you get for free...shoulda paid ¨10. So El Salvador....pupusas galore and I love pupusas so jackpot and the tacos damn...the buses are crowded and the ppl friendly and I loaded into a cramped chicken bus for Playa El Zonte a black sand beach on the Pacific coast...I stayed aty Olas Permamente and it was beautiful...hammocks and hammock chairs overlooking the sea and a huge room with bathroom and air con for 20...cant be beatif he had internet I had more time I would have stayed and taken a surf lesson. Huge littering problem here as well...I dont get why everyone is hell bent on littering and then turning around and saying how beautiful their country is....keep dumping trash in the sea and you wont say that soon. There is a honmking system throughout the countries..2 quick beeps means a taxi or bus has room and can fit you in and more often then not it would not be safe for another person by North American standards...for instanmce local buses in El Salvador or old American yellow school buses painted up like wicked vans in Australia and there are often 3 ppl to each seat...its funny to look at. Alot of ppl hitch rides, in fact I saw 2 cops flag over a truck from the highway and get a ride in the pick up part...if I had a camera I wouldnt have taken the photo to avoid being shot but it was funny. Today on my way to San Salvador to get a bus to Honduras I was waiting on the side of the highway for a bus...,this is how they do it when a truck with two ladies and a man pulled over to give me a ride...I tried to refuse but they insisted so I jumped in the back....I know my dad is freaking out while reading this but it really was ok...Love you daddy bears. So now Im at the bus station wiating to leave on the 3 pm bus to San Pedro Sula in Honduras with plans of being on the island Roatan by tomorrow evening to do some diving. Im running low on time so after Honduras its Belize and then Im home until May 22 when I hit Mexico with the fam and then Asia in Aug with Kathy...I hope everyone enjoys my tales as I enjoy sharing them and cant wait until I can add pictures...I bhave one of a cow eating grabge under a sign that says no littering...effing funny
Love you all xoxoxoxo