Saying Goodbye

Yesterday, ¨Team Australia¨ left.  Logan, actually all of us and all the other travellers, missed the good action they added here around our hostel-slash-hotel, not sure which one it is, but that´s the level we are comfortable travelling at.  Logan helped out with taking the fins off the boards and watching them get packed.  There was a really good group of people here for a week.  The remaining crew continued to be awesome, but outnumbered; being the weekend we were also joined by some boisterous locals.  Our new neighbours horked on our shared patio floor first thing in the morning.  Classy.

The other group to arrive on the weekend was a group of Danish kids who looked like they were straight out of a really bad 80´s video.  The parts of the 80´s videos that sucked.  I can´t even describe what type of library clubs are busily poking them on facebook while I write this.  Everyone is now ready to leave.  We must leave too.  We are leaving tomorrow, but we have no idea where, but that is the beauty.  Well, at least we know that we are heading to the capital, San Salvador, since that is where everything is routed through. Not really into staying though as cities aren´t what we love, and also a city bus was burned there last month with all its passengers.  The driver didn´t pay off the gangs. We don´t ever take city buses - always taxis. Apparently gang members outnumber the police force so it is out of control, but mostly in the capital.  We have been living in the bubble of safety here in Surfland and must remember the bigger picture. The local people are friendly and so outgoing with our kids, so it´s hard to imagine the stuff that happens here.

Sunsets were awesome here, the kids playing in front of the restaurant and getting along with other kids and other travellers.