Hotel Escalon Plaza San Salvador

... only traffic drugs and extort businesses so most travellers are safe, but it still put me on guard.<br><br>The next day I went into the city to check out the hotels near the bus station as I had an early bus to Manugua, Nicaragua two days later, also I had left my sombrero (hat) on the bus and was hoping I might get it back. Anyway I was certainly glad I had stayed the night in San Benito because whilst the western part of San Salvador is quite developed with ...

... and although it was challenging at times, she really was a phenomenal teacher. I think a lot of other people would be more hesitant to get volunteers so involved. <br><br>-I leave tomorrow to come back home (taxi picks me up at 10:00) - This has been quite an experience that I know I cannot forget... Can't wait to share more stories and pictures with you all when I get back! Thank you all so much for your contributions/support; I appreciate the help so much.

... For just a few fleeting moments I forgot I was in Central America but quickly snapped out of this bad dream and back to exploring what I came here for. <br><br>It was time to cleanse the rap **** and the Estados Unidos from our systems and wanting some local cuisine rather than Pizza Hut or Burger King, we found a local comedor, or lunch counter. The place looked sanitary and clean and was full of businessmen in ties so that was a good sign right off the bat ...

... include poems they wrote for sponsors, David's little guy dressed up in a traditional suit and lip synching for him, Cheryl's blind child singing to her, and one of Jeri's boys dressed in a mariachi suit and singing his heart out to her. Veronica was poised as she gave a little speech thanking us for coming.<br><br>Then came the sad moment of goodbyes. The memories we will treasure, there's no doubt of that!

... stay during the week at this high school. It was nice to see the others the morning, since they weren't able to come to the airport the night before! They come home on weekends, thank goodness, because it would be so sad without them! After dropping of the girls at school, Trini and I went on to Casa La Esperanza, the Hope House, which was about another 15 minutes away in another neighborhood called San Miguelito. The Hope House is the homeless shelter I will ...

... in de straat, maar ´s avonds is het een gevaarlijke wijk met criminaliteit en prostitutie. We waren vanmiddag bijtijds aangekomen en hebben ondanks alle slechte berichten in de trotter toch een leuke middag in de stad gehad...tot het donker werd. Aangezien er weinig restaurants zijn en veel eten op straat bereid en verkocht word kozen we voor de burger king voor de brunch....en de pizza hut voor het diner. Inmiddels zitten we in de lobby van ons hotel even te ...

A Day in the Life of a Surfer 8:00 am - Try to catch some waves 9:00 am - Keep trying  10:00 am  - Time for some R&amp;R on a Hammock 12:00 pm - Grab some Pupusas for lunch 1:30pm - Walk around on the beach, maybe grab a break if the wave is good enough. 3:00pm - Hang out with some of my dorm-mates 5:00pm - Grab some more waves before the sun comes down 6:00pm - Fresh Ceviche!! Mmmmm 8:00pm - Join a party on the beach 10:00pm ...

... vista. Heaven............ (hot water and a bath too!) ......... Nadia's smile was was indeed deserving. We had only 2 nights and and three days and could easily have spent a month. In the balmy evenings everyone sat around the square supping Cerveza and eating Pulpas whilst cowboys showed off their horsemanship. Our second day was a surreal affair. The first day of christmas festivities got under way with a brass band ...

... une chenille endiablee avec toute la communaute. On rigole un moment mais nous ne sommes clairement pas dans notre element et reussissons finalement a nous esquiver. Couches a 21h pour cause de manque d'activite nocturne, Alex saute de son lit a 8h pour aller surfer. Il est chaud bouillant, sur que ces 3 semaines d'initiation il y a 5 ans sur les pages tranquilles du sud de la France font de lui un expert capable d'affronter n'importe quelles vagues du ...

... locals, who pretty much looked to me like prototypical Salvadoran gang members. Luckily they turned out to be pretty nice guys, despite the fact that two of them were absolutely hammered. I think this is best exhibited by the fact that one of them would point at their more sober friend and proclaim, in a drunken Spanglish slur, "My amigo - he is gaaaay", at which point the other one would absolutely wet himself laughing. This was followed by a congratulatory high five, and the ...