in the late evening, during the year 2008, we arrived in the capital, San Salvador, after a zwoelfstuendigen bus ride, pretty tired. We thought in El Salvador to spend a few days and also to celebrate New Year at one of the beaches, then this was slightly different. Since San Salvador
is not as safe at night, we checked in a hotel at the bus station, which was slightly more expensive but as the price we afford to spend the night elsewhere. When we clock at three o'clock by a shooting that have taken place fairly close to our hotel must have been aroused, however, we were happy about our decision. Well-rested the next morning we went by bus to the beach, which is considered one of the top Surferstraende the world. Actually, these are several small beaches in the town of La Libertad. As to the bus we have read before the arrival on the Internet: the busdrivers in El Salvador are crazy! This saying should be during our entire stay without exception confirm .. There are no bus stops, it just stands there on the roadside and wait, sometimes longer sometimes not so long. Once the bus has to stop but it about two seconds to enter, then he is already moving on, whether it's inside or just still not quite .. In La Libertad
we expected open-minded, young surfers to be found who live in cheap hostels and make proper party in the evening. Unfortunately, the top surfers versnopt cool and cheap can not even be discussed. As a non-surfer, and without the trendy clothes we were also much less taken seriously. The beach with black sand was special, but all waste disposed of by the people there, the whole thing was rather uncomfortable. So we decided, after only one night, travel further and to aim the beach Costa del Sol, which some of us Einheimischen empfohlen wurde. Am Surferstrand trafen wir dann immerhin noch auf einen coolen Gastgeber im Hostel, welcher uns mit seinem Pick-Up am Morgen in die Naehe dieses angeblichen Traumstrandes brachte. Leider kriegten wir diesen dann gar nicht zu Gesicht, da die ganze Kueste von Hotelanlagen uebersaeht ist und wir keines in unserer Preisklasse fanden... (Alle El Salvadorianer die in Amerika leben, fliegen zwischen Weihnachten und Neujahr an diesen Strand, was die Preise leicht steigen laesst..) Nach ca. fuenf Stunden suchen entschieden wir uns woanders hinzufahren. Nach zwei weiteren Stunden in ueberfuellten, heissen und stinkenden Bussen, welche mit Jesusklebern tapeziert, von Musik in kaum ertraeglicher Lautstaerke zugedroehnt und mit lautstark diskutierenden El Salvadorans were fitted, we arrived at Playa San Diego. As we saw a stark class upgrade, from the rich hotels in the slums. After all, we found after a relatively short search for a hotel (which were scarce, as slums) in our price range, the host was still very strange creatures. When he was still a girl, of which we had not found out whether his daughter or his wife. The sea was, however, to our surprise, very beautiful, and in contrast to the Costa del Sol, we were completely alone here, a huge private beach, so to speak! That we enjoyed after our hectic search also extensively until the sun went down, which on the whole Pacific coast is something of the most beautiful thing we ever to sunsets have seen.
is not as safe at night, we checked in a hotel at the bus station, which was slightly more expensive but as the price we afford to spend the night elsewhere. When we clock at three o'clock by a shooting that have taken place fairly close to our hotel must have been aroused, however, we were happy about our decision. Well-rested the next morning we went by bus to the beach, which is considered one of the top Surferstraende the world. Actually, these are several small beaches in the town of La Libertad. As to the bus we have read before the arrival on the Internet: the busdrivers in El Salvador are crazy! This saying should be during our entire stay without exception confirm .. There are no bus stops, it just stands there on the roadside and wait, sometimes longer sometimes not so long. Once the bus has to stop but it about two seconds to enter, then he is already moving on, whether it's inside or just still not quite .. In La Libertad
we expected open-minded, young surfers to be found who live in cheap hostels and make proper party in the evening. Unfortunately, the top surfers versnopt cool and cheap can not even be discussed. As a non-surfer, and without the trendy clothes we were also much less taken seriously. The beach with black sand was special, but all waste disposed of by the people there, the whole thing was rather uncomfortable. So we decided, after only one night, travel further and to aim the beach Costa del Sol, which some of us Einheimischen empfohlen wurde. Am Surferstrand trafen wir dann immerhin noch auf einen coolen Gastgeber im Hostel, welcher uns mit seinem Pick-Up am Morgen in die Naehe dieses angeblichen Traumstrandes brachte. Leider kriegten wir diesen dann gar nicht zu Gesicht, da die ganze Kueste von Hotelanlagen uebersaeht ist und wir keines in unserer Preisklasse fanden... (Alle El Salvadorianer die in Amerika leben, fliegen zwischen Weihnachten und Neujahr an diesen Strand, was die Preise leicht steigen laesst..) Nach ca. fuenf Stunden suchen entschieden wir uns woanders hinzufahren. Nach zwei weiteren Stunden in ueberfuellten, heissen und stinkenden Bussen, welche mit Jesusklebern tapeziert, von Musik in kaum ertraeglicher Lautstaerke zugedroehnt und mit lautstark diskutierenden El Salvadorans were fitted, we arrived at Playa San Diego. As we saw a stark class upgrade, from the rich hotels in the slums. After all, we found after a relatively short search for a hotel (which were scarce, as slums) in our price range, the host was still very strange creatures. When he was still a girl, of which we had not found out whether his daughter or his wife. The sea was, however, to our surprise, very beautiful, and in contrast to the Costa del Sol, we were completely alone here, a huge private beach, so to speak! That we enjoyed after our hectic search also extensively until the sun went down, which on the whole Pacific coast is something of the most beautiful thing we ever to sunsets have seen.
gave the evening, then at the hostel where we were the only guests, or a delicious dinner. We were skeptical at first to eat in two, there are slums in it containing nunmal no restaurants!
Since we in this place was still not so well, we decided the next day to go on. Our next destination was Nicaragua, but there was only the next day spaces available on the bus, so we had to spend a day in San Salvador, which was an unforgettable experience. We walked just a bit by this huge city and back towards the center until it was dark. One can hardly describe how crowded this city! A big mess of honking buses and Cars, pedestrians and thousands of tightly packed Ramschverkaeufern. There were roadside Jenster obviously stolen goods, including car radios, shoes (Converse for 3 dollars), any electrical appliances, wheelchairs and even similar to buy Skuriles. This of course huge fruit and Gemuesestaende and Fleischstaende who had even live chickens available. All of this waste ended up next door at the roadside stalls, which provided for the right scent. Every seller also makes a megaphone or microphone amplifier to the attention of special offers, so it is louder in this city than any Swiss club. Shortly before dusk as we arrived at the hotel where we are in the evening with a bottle of vodka zurueckzogen, waren wir beide voellig ueberwaeltigt, wie es moeglich ist in solch einer Stadt zu leben. Wir sagten uns, dies einen Tag zu erleben ist zwar faszinierend, einen Zweiten haetten unsere Nerven jedoch nicht ausgehalten. Am naechsten Morgen bestiegen wir dann den Bus in Richtung Nicaragua, zwar mit gemischten Erinnerungen an El Salvador. Trotz stressigen Busfahrten, einer Hauptstadt die ein totales Chaos ist und dem bisher extremsten Kontrast zwischen Arm und Reich, hatten wir viel gelernt und einige Erfahrungen fuer die weitere Reise gesammelt.
Since we in this place was still not so well, we decided the next day to go on. Our next destination was Nicaragua, but there was only the next day spaces available on the bus, so we had to spend a day in San Salvador, which was an unforgettable experience. We walked just a bit by this huge city and back towards the center until it was dark. One can hardly describe how crowded this city! A big mess of honking buses and Cars, pedestrians and thousands of tightly packed Ramschverkaeufern. There were roadside Jenster obviously stolen goods, including car radios, shoes (Converse for 3 dollars), any electrical appliances, wheelchairs and even similar to buy Skuriles. This of course huge fruit and Gemuesestaende and Fleischstaende who had even live chickens available. All of this waste ended up next door at the roadside stalls, which provided for the right scent. Every seller also makes a megaphone or microphone amplifier to the attention of special offers, so it is louder in this city than any Swiss club. Shortly before dusk as we arrived at the hotel where we are in the evening with a bottle of vodka zurueckzogen, waren wir beide voellig ueberwaeltigt, wie es moeglich ist in solch einer Stadt zu leben. Wir sagten uns, dies einen Tag zu erleben ist zwar faszinierend, einen Zweiten haetten unsere Nerven jedoch nicht ausgehalten. Am naechsten Morgen bestiegen wir dann den Bus in Richtung Nicaragua, zwar mit gemischten Erinnerungen an El Salvador. Trotz stressigen Busfahrten, einer Hauptstadt die ein totales Chaos ist und dem bisher extremsten Kontrast zwischen Arm und Reich, hatten wir viel gelernt und einige Erfahrungen fuer die weitere Reise gesammelt.
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