Pupusaa 24/7

well i wrote this really cool blog with a bunch of funny things on it and then the power went out and it was lost. so now you all get this crummy blog instead.

Life has been very interesting to say the least, we{ve been rejected at a border, driven about by a crazy (funny) man, been bought treats on a bus by a lovely granny, ate pupusas at least once a day (i{d eat em more but meagan and fried food don{t work too well) and are now staying in a mansion for just $20 a night with a gorgeous view of a lake and amagnificent hammock that lie in a finish my book - shadow divers! It is the most expensive place we{ve stayed in so far though... ohhhhhh Costa Rica scares me.

So many of these stories need to be told in person so as not to scare our parents and to get the full effect. So i'll just write about one.. lets see Meagn farting... no, looks like it's the border fiascos instead.

So everything is hunky dory, we've only got a few days left on our 90 day visa for the CA 4 (Nica, Gaute, Hond, El Sal) and we're going to go to Immigration in San Salvador and buy another month. Good ol lonely planet says just $20, beauty.

We get to the borderof honduras and El Salvador and after a bunch of buses anbd taxi end up getting grilled. We try to laugh and joke and they say piss off. bugger, apparently something about our exit stamp from Guatemala, we're not meant to have one. Honduras don't give two hoots, no one is even on the border, but the El Salvadorians mean business, so we make a dash To Guatemala from El Salvador through Honduras to get another entry stamp and all will be cool. Besides meeting a bunch of cool people we end up in Guatemala, hitching in the back of a truck to find out after and hour of discussions with 3 different people (they all got mad at talking to stupid whiteys with no espanol) that the rules changed on the 5TH OF JUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and they don't use stamps anymore, it's just all one big computer system. Except honduras don't use computers and El Salvador are meant to but maybe they don't. I swore andthen while we were walking away a bunch of dogs, street dogs tried to bark and come at us. Usually meagan squeala a bit and then we throw rocks. Meagan yelled em down and then i chased them. Dogs can sense emotions it seems. I was so mad i wanted to really beat that german shepard thingy up.

That night we make it back into Honduras and sleep the night and the next day we try to pull a swifty and just sorted of rush over the border. We haven't done anything wrong! we get caught by the last border dudes and they (after more lengthy discussions and me citing the changing rules) finally let us in but strictly for 6 days only. Bugger, so huge change of plans, in just a few days we are catching an express bus to Costa Rica to get our passports stamped and then heading back up into Nicaragua for a few weeks before finishing off our time in Costa Rica.

But i can understand why the border patrol is so tight here in El Salvador. The place is AMAZING! and we won't even make it to the beautiful playas. The people are nothing short of wonderful, and the pupusas.... ohhh the pupusas.

We're both very well and having a great time, but i must get going and go drink some rum as the sun goes down. take care all

Special mention to owen for his achievements is attaining the highest comment blogger of anyone outside our families. Love you owen, not too much though.