We left the La Libertad area with high hopes and octane coffee. As we tumbled down the pot hole paved road leading south, open fields of green with a mountainous forest sprawl along. We passed tin sheds and other houses built of whatever seemed to be lying around and wondered why all of them on are pure dirt- grass completely removed from the yards. (we later learned that between what lurks in the natural grasses of el salvador and the amount of time it takes to machete a plot of grass below the ankles, dirt wins on function)
We hit the coast in a town called El Cuco, which held little significance to us until we discovered that we were going to have to go there for everything we would need as the Las Flores "town" is really just a lady selling water, coffee, and cookies out of her house. ( the other part of "town" is the fruit truck that passes twice a week)
We promptly fell into a beautiful time warp in Las Flores. It had its pure moments of horribleness- namely those weird days where somehow 60 people paddled out and there were hardly enough waves for 5. But thankfully this didn't happen every day. occasionally we'd run out of food, but someone always seemed to want some videos and we'd be eating our bananas and rice and beans again in no time. The bus I'm on is hitting another border - so the next post will have to explain the rest!