We got held up at the border and broke one of our cardinal rules (again)... We rode after dark to find a decent hotel, and this is what we found. Pretty swank digs for El Salvador, eh? Or, as Noel put it quite eloquently, "even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while." As it turns out, this was a golf resort on the ocean, and the local police led us to the front gate in the middle of the night. The further we followed our friendly escorts down a dark country road to seemingly nowhere, the more we started to wonder if it was a setup for a group execution. Alas, we were proven wrong.
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