A couple uncomfortable hours later, and one wrong seat altercation, our bus unloaded us at the border at nearly 9PM.
We picked up a bike box so I could ship my bike to El Salvador and then picked up miss Maggie at the airport.
Crossing the border was like a dream: a bad dream.
The dusty dirt road wound through the dry coastal countryside.
Leon sucks. Its like Antigua Guatemala, only worse.
Crossing the border into El Salvador, we were helped by a guy who wanted me to hook up with his sister.
I woke at 2, and having planned to leave at 4, decided to get an early start, because undoubtedly something would slow me down.