El Salvador, for us, would end on the beach. Perhaps appropriately so since what tourism has existed here has been a result of surfers who pay little attention to what the local situation or international reputation is if it means finding a good wave. More practically, this is where we could pick up a shuttle to Antigua, Guatemala where we would be spending our second week of traveling.
The ride to El Tunco from Cerro Verde speaks to the, let’s call it, dense diversity I have been hinting at throughout this story. Within a couple of hours from urban Santa Tecla, we were in colonial Suchitoto. Another couple of hours, Cerro Verde where the temperature dropped to the low 50s at night. Then not even two hours away we were in sweltering hot and humid El Tunco with the Pacific Ocean a stone’s throw away. If it sounds incredible, that’s because El Salvador is. Continue reading