El Salvador here we "stay"...?

After leaving El Tunco a few days ago we set our sights for Las Flores, El Cuco. Jimmy and I were conjurring up ideas of how to make our dollar stretch even further than its current stretchiness. So, we picked up this Australian babe who goes by the name of Georgie. She has been traveling alone for the past few weeks and we both knew that she would be an excellent addition to the way too masculine Manburban. We arrived in Las Flores to find some decent waves doing their best to wrap around this beautiful palm grove point. That night we all chipped in for a little cabana and played charades with our nieghbors from northern California. I personally thought we kicked some serious ass, plus we had to overcome our diverse geographical places of origin within the group. Lets just say that aussies use different terms for various things that Jimmy and I were not quite familiar with. The next morning we snagged some fun waves for breakfast. I got a little lucky sitting off the point and snagged the waves that swung wide. It resulted in finding three nice little barrel rides. We packed up and left Las Flores in route for the El Salvador/Honduras border which was only an hour or so away. As we approached the frontera (border) there were lines of big trucks for what seemed to be a mile. As we got closer, of course, once again we were bombarded with people trying to help us cross and we waved them off and kept a steady pace. Then a police officer pulled us to the side of the road and informed us that the border was indeed closed. "What! ¿Por que?" I replied. he went on to provide me with an explaination but I lost him about three words in. We know that Honduras is having huge political problems regarding their presidency and rebel groups that are currently protesting and gathering in attempt to gain political support and takeover. Thanks to my brother Scott, I had a little insight into this ordeal well in advance, but you cannot predict when the border will be open or closed. You just have to show up and see what happens. So the three of us sat less than a mile from the border and each had a slightly melted snickers bar to soothe our frustration. Stupid governments! What really bummed us out was that we want nothing to do with Honduras, just get in and get out to Nicaragua. That is about two hours tops driving through. We decided not to sit at the border and attempt to wait it out. Got back in the car and instead of returning to Las Flores, drove about 2.5 hrs vback to El Tunco where we at least have internet and can use our credit cards. Right now the three of us are thinking about giving it another try tomorrow morning and possibly bringing food and plenty of water just in case it is closed and we decide to wait it out. I appreciated all of the kind birthday emails and facebook comments. There was about eight of us or so that got together that night and shared stories, drank Pilsener, took a few shots, and watched highlights from the Charger game. Sorry Jimmy, Eagles fan. My fingers are crossed that the next blog finds you from somewhere in Nicaragua with political instability somewhere in the past.

"dont measure you life by the amount of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away"
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