The border post of Anguiatu isn’t very used by cars and travelers. It is an important commercial road though. For 10 minutes, I was passing a long line of trucks waiting for their inspection. Hookers were saying hi from a high balcony and others were walking between the trucks. It’s a merchandise transportation’s parallel economy we should say…
I exchange what I had left of Guatemalan quetzals for American dollars. El Salvador got rid of it’s own money for Uncle Sam’s one at he beginning of the 2000. Here, I’m not yelled “gringo” at like in Guatemala, but they simply take for granted in the discussions I’m United Statian. “And your family in United States?” I’m being asked. “When are you going back to Los Angeles?”. On what I’m answering: Continue reading