Yesterday I woke up in the dorms early. The Germans had to catch their bus to Semuc Champay while Bailey and I had to catch a four or five hour bus to GC and from there a five hour bus ride to San Salvador. We got in at around five and found our hotel around five thirty.
In San Salvador we called the hotel ‘Grandmas House' because this elderly couple owns it and its decorated in a 1960s fashion. Horrible reddish, brown wall paper, antique furniture, antique TV with rabbit ears, with grandpa sitting in a chair only speaking to the young girls passing by.
We dropped off our stuff and found an internet café. We found it right around the corner near the large University. Twenty five cents for a half hour of internet use, weird. We then decided to find a restaurant. I hadn't eaten since breakfast so I was starving. I wouldn't eat the food that the towns people brought onto the bus. I would have no problem eating their food, I'm sure its good, but I'd rather see them cook it before I eat it.
We found a dingy old restaurant and bar a block from our hotel. The atmosphere sucked, with the loud music, even louder traffic, and very cramped, but the food was excellent.
We walked next door and went to the bar. It was a bit of an old mans place but we decided to try it out. An old drunk man sitting at the bar bought us a pitcher of beer for us, don't ask why. I couldn't understand what the old man was saying even if I tried to. He slurred his words and, oh yea, he spoke Spanish. Bailey even had trouble keeping up with what he was trying to say. Apparently he was in the Mafia, but that's all we got out of the hour long conversation with him. He bought us another pitcher of beer once we were done with the first. We quickly snuck out after we were done with that.
The time was only eight fifteen into the night and we were already pretty drunk. We walked back to the hostel but decided that the night was too young to go to bed. We took a look in the guide book and I remembered that I had been to Les 3 Diables before and liked it quite well. We found a taxi and told our destination. Oddly, the driver didn't know where it was so he brought us to the Zona Rosa (Red Zone). After searching through three bars we finally found one that was decent. Live music started at ten, and the music rocked, but that wasn't before we had two more beers and a mixed drink with Vodka. Everything else that night was a blur.
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Today I have to catch my flight at one fifteen to Lima. Joan says that it's a twenty hour bus ride to Cusco so I guess I'll be staying a night or two in Lima then stopping at cities along the way to Cusco. I really need a South America guidebook to know where to stop and what to do. I'll see if I can't pick it up at the airport today.
I booked three nights in Lima, which I don't know that I should have done. But I booked it a few months ago when I figured it would take that long to see the city and settle in. I hear Lima is nice but after only a couple days it will be more than exhausting to be there. There's apparently nice party places south of Lima for the weekend so I'll see if I can shorten my stay at the hostel and head down there. |
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