R & R

25/6/23

Today, Paolo and I went for breakfast at a traditional chain restaurant before I got a taxi to the bus station and got a bus to San Salvador. There, I had to get a cab to another bus depot where I got a minibus to the coast. At the coast, I had to wait for another bus to go further up the coast to Largaza Hostel, a very bougie place with an infinity pool with a view out to sea and lots of palm trees.

I checked in, ditched my bags, and went to read by the pool. I got a happy hour margarita in and sat overlooking the pool, the palms, and the ocean. I got chatting to a South African guy, James, who was a British level of sarcastic and pretty funny! I ordered food and chatted until it was bedtime.

26/6/23

Today, my plan was to head out to El Tunco after breakfast. I sat with a Belgian surfer guy who was very smiley! My breakfast was glorious, especially as a free hostel breakfast – I had breakfast burritos with coffee. After breakfast, I lazed by the pool with my book and chatted with James before getting the bus into El Tunco. I wandered around the whole of El Tunco (underwhelmed- El Cuco is definitely a nicer beach), and then got a coffee and a glorious chocolate brownie in a cute cafe and read my book. Afterwards, I got pupusas before heading back. I wasn’t entirely sure when the bus went by El Tunco, but as I was waiting on the roadside, a minibus pulled up and asked if I wanted a lift! Turned out it was the same driver that had dropped me at the side of the road in El Cuco about a week before! Very kindly, he gave me a ftee lift the whole way, a solid forty minutes, and dropped me outside my hostel since it was on his route to Guatamala anyway. For some reason, I had really bad stomach cramps alongside a cold, so I headed to bed when I got back.

27/7/23

After another scrummy breakfast of waffles, I convinced James to play Uno with me, and we played on and off for a while, mixed in with me reading my book and James playing ukulele. I packed, ran down to see the beach, and then got a shake and chilled until it was time for my bus. Then, I walked up to the road and waited for my minibus to Antigua, Guatamala, to come.

The bus stopped by me, and I got on. We crossed the border a couple of hours later and then carried on to Antigua. Six hours later, we arrived. I got a drink and went to bed.