Leaving the hostel in Granada at four in the morning, I was so tired on the bus that I slept through the two hours in which I was in Honduras, which according to my passport I have visited. We arrived in San Salvador in the early afternoon and checked into a hostel, ominously in the undertaker`s district of town. It was also one of the few hostels in which you don`t pay for a room by the hour. If our first impressions of the El Salvador capital were not bad enough, the got worse when I found myself in an internet cafe next to one old man watching porn and a younger man uploading pictures of his gang surrounded by bundles of notes on the floor.
Either despite or because of this sleaze, we decided to hit the town that night, and ended up having one of our best nights so far in Central America. El Salvadoreans are very friendly people; one even bought a round of beers between all four people in our group. Because of the previous early morning, we were unfortunately not able to continue past about two in the morning and we returned to the hostel, grateful to be in one the dirtiest, most dangerous cities I have ever seen.