Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Which Wire Is The Remote Wire On A Kenwood

San Salvador. The city pulsating with dirt and hot


Chicken bus in the direction of the capital pomykamy - San Salvador. We get off in the suburbs of Santa Thecla, because there also are expected to have another host. Santa Tekla looks nice and calm, but on the streets a lot of police and army with the weapon. Barbed wire on the houses also not lacking. We find
Predko House host ... This is actually food shop, whose door opens to us the old lady miles, lest we enter further into the apartment. What a paradise! The property has a shop! For this we do not need to buy it ... for miles you already carry the right products for the kitchen, already burns gas and takes pans ... and the moments were tucking into delicious tortillas with salty cheese salwadorskim. Host [son] is at work. We
the city, bearing in my head a number of warning you that it is out extremely dangerous and necessitamos que tener mucho quidado [ie, we must be very careful!]. Well, not the first time we hear these words ...
to San Salvador as the little one arrives to the of a large, modern metropolis. Going very nice way but sometimes you look sideways, you can see in the distance, knocked together side by side slamsowate houses, climbing up and on the hill. El Salvador is concentrated najbardiej country in Central America. It has 6 million inhabitants and with a little is like Belize.
lazac spend the day at the center. It is a city of hot flashes outright, noise and dirt. My pulsates with him, until exhaustion. After several hours we are dirty and tired. Suddenly, with a cool Guatemala switched to the hot and sultry climate, literally pouring at us. Everywhere on the streets of garbage. Cale center is dominated by the bazaar, stretching endlessly several main streets. Disgusting shack stick to the buildings of the National Theatre and the Palacio Nacional. Przekupy and of loose garbage and on the ripple on the door of the cathedral and other churches. Sometimes we can not find the entrance to some building because everything has been bet by the stalls. Stinks. Added to this is the roar of the music - in every other shack sell the CD - and human voices, sounding sometimes quite terribly ... UN DOLLAR, UNDOOLAR, UUUUUNDOOOOOOOOOOOOLAAAAAAAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For a dollar you can buy almost everything here.
People are weird. Some behave as abnormal, we meet some strange assembly, suspicious groups. Besides
views known in Guatemala City. Barbed wire, and omnipresent, people with the weapon. Tourist info
zero. We're probably the only ones. After establishing our identity, then waiting hours we are able to enter the Palacio Nacional. Not bad. Also visit the square on which stands a statue of Christ Savior, a volcano in the background. And so when it comes to the city's attractions ...
attaches to us, we head to the cop on the street, because it protects some private house, whose owners do not want them in order to photograph it ...
City paranoid and tiring. We go back to the suburbs.
the evening comes, our host, who takes us for a ride to ... shopping centers. The huge and elegant. Quite like in Poland. [Strange, but in most places I feel longing for our country ...] wants us to think of El Salvador show a little better side. Later, taking us to pupuse - dishes tor is apparently only in El Salvador. These are such small pancakes layered with cheese, beans and maybe something more. Really very good.
talks a little about life in El Salvador and its relations with its big neighbor. Says he hardly goes to Honduras, because he could have salwadoska registration problems. The next day we leave towards the border with Honduras, we want to spend a day in Perquin.
San Salvador is a city of ugly, but it certainly is interesting, so I think it was worth it to visit.


Author: Ola

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