After a 13 hour bus ride through Nicaragua and Honduras we got to El Salvador's capital city of San Salvador. Driving through the city we couldn't help but notice the many cemeteries (a chilling 70000 civilians died here in the 1980's civil war). Bizarrely in one of the cemeteries a band of school children were playing the rocky theme tune.
After stepping over a half dead tramp and walking past prostitutes in doorways we found our "recommended" hotel. The central location being the only thing going for it. Another place where the book advises not to go out after dark, we decided what the hell as we hadn`t had a proper lunch and Mikee fancied Pizza Hut.
The busy streets were full of people and market stalls (selling mainly porn DVDs, pants and Christian music), we guess they were doing some last minute Christmas shopping as it was a frenzy of activity.
The locals were all really friendly wanting to talk to us to practise their English, lots of people we surprised when we told them we were here as tourists (we didn't have the heart to tell them we were actually only passing through for a connecting flight). After many hand shaking's we realised that we were the only tourists in the entire city, quite a novel and refreshing feeling.
Our final meal was the local speciality which everyone recommended - Pupusas: palm sized tortillas made of corn or rice meal, stuffed with re fried beans and cheese, served with watery tomato sauce and (dodgy) pickled cabbage.
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