Arrival in Suchitoto was onto a tiny backstreet, which turned out to be one of the main roads. It's a fairly small town nestled on the edge of a lake. The hostel we stayed in has an amazing view over the lake and surrounding hills, and makes it worth the $5 dollars alone
. Well, its the only thing that makes it worth the $5. The rooms are cubicles separated by a bit of wood and come fully furnished with not only a 3-speed fan but a broken lamp. However, the owners seem like sprightly guys and babble on in spanish to us for some time. We, being English, do the polite thing and just keep nodding, smiling and employing my other bit of Spanish i have learnt, 'si'.
Not a lot else to say about the town really. It's fairly small, has a nice colonial church, relaxed atmosphere and walk down to the lake. The night was taken up speaking to a travelling El Salvadorian who seemed paranoid about everything whilst simultaneously handing me my ass at chess. We ate at a reasonable enough restaurant which employed some pubescent teens that seemed incapable of not feeling each other up at every opportunity. And thats when i knew, everything was going to be ok.
Well, i suppose 'hidden' is relative. My Rough Guide has this place mapped with a giant star, but then how many people have a Rough Guide to Central America lying around? So the bus journey here was amusing, being my first ride on a 'chicken bus'. For those that don't know, these babies are converted American school buses that have been brightly decorated and run into the ground. Our first attempt to leave San Salvador ended about 1 minute 29 seconds in as the bus came to a stand still and 6 skinny locals pushed it back into the depot. Attempt two faired better. Once on the go, people get on and off offering goods every time it stops (ranging from dried banana to what i can only imagine were bottles of viagra).