Juayua - HU wah YU wah
Trip Start Mar 19, 2010
26Trip End Dec 16, 2010
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quaint town poses subtly in the western end of El Salvador. It presents the
humble, unpossessing side of El Salvador while boasting some of the most
beautiful scenery and architecture in the country.
We were there for four
days, and while its charm was less than hidden, we felt stuck. And technically,
thanks to the monsoon-like weather, we were indeed trapped. Outward-bound roads
had been unceremoniously shut down to clear the growing debris from the
generous trees lining their perimeters. And, with rains like these, roaming the
village seemed daunting. Visibility was staggeringly low, and the chill factor
high. This continued mercilessly, so I took the opportunity to download vast
amounts of illegal torrents, getting my fill on movies that I'd been missing
out while out of reach of Western entertainment. However, we did frequent the
'ferias,' or outdoor markets. The weekend, which overlapped our stay, offered
the special three day 'feria gastronůmica,' or food market. My guide book had
promised a variety of exotic foods, such as cooked animals you would think were
only meant to be backyard visitors and other things such as chocolate covered
strawberries. The former perhaps I did not search too hard for, but for the
latter I of course raided the booths - but no luck. Perhaps the rains had to do
with it, but in the end I was pretty glad I didn't come across any roasted
squirrel or gutted snakes on my shopping endeavours.
Another lacking that
resulted from the season was the flowers. Juayua and neighbouring towns lie on
a route called Ruta de las Flores, or Route of Flowers (yes, I'm sure you got
that... just wanted to be sure.) But, as flower season had finished before the
monsoon season, in February or March, we saw nothing but sprawling lush
greenery, which in itself was quite pretty. However, all in all, it was a
disappointing leg of the trip. All I left with was a cold and a drum that had
to be beheaded due to moisture damage. Dangit.
Finally escaping, we
fled to dryer lands up north in Santa Ana (not to be confused with the Santa
Ana I would visit a week or so later in Honduras). Read on to learn about that semi-exciting adventure!