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Having arrived in Perquín on Sunday, I had to wait until Tuesday to visit the museum of the Salvadoran revolution, which remained closed every Monday. I trudged 100m up the steep hill, for the second time, to a basic wooden … Continue reading
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A fresh blast of cool mountain air greeted me when I stepped off the bus at 1117 meters above sea level. The long and steep ride up the mountain to Perquín had left me tired and, in need of sustenance. … Continue reading
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The road wound on for what seemed like an eternity and as each passing pick-up sped by it kicked up a new layer of dust to coat me with. I threw my thumb up a few times, but no one … Continue reading
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I was walking down the road among groups of happy schoolchildren when a lone little boy sporting his khaki-brown and white school uniform caught up to me and started to talk. He was four years old and maybe three feet … Continue reading
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I soon came upon a Chinese-owned motel-restaurant where a hamburger and a cold beer seemed more appealing than another plate of Central American-Chinese Chicken fried rice. I wondered which countries in the world didn’t have Chinese restaurants? They seemed ubiquitous … Continue reading
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As our bus chugged out of the bowl shape of a silver city, I looked back down into it, noting it was the best view of Tegucigalpa I’d had yet. En route to the El Salvadoran border I met a … Continue reading
