We left the cool mountainous breeze of Antigua and headed South/East toward El Salvador in search of a doctor for our little fella.
We can’t begin to describe how draining these land border crossings are – miles of confusing signs in Spanish, buildings spread out over acres, located in odd places with no order and con artists raping dollars from the gringos. This adds hours to a seemingly straight forward journey – not to mention the tanks speed & maneuvering abilities easily double any given journeys drive time.
After a 12 hour drive/border crossing day, we ended up in Playa El Tunco – a gated and extremely busy beach town… They had many over priced hotels….
Needless to say, camping options were scarce, so we ended up outside a shanty hostel.
It was New Year… and we were terrorized by children in the parking lot where we camped, throwing fire works at each other like water balloons, only much louder and much more dangerous. Their parents tried siphoning precious gasoline from our tank as we lay there comforting JJ inside.
Jenna: Dear Luke had to go outside and brave the bombardment of fireworks, only to chase the thieving bastards away with our Rambo knife – it was like a scene from a movie. Meanwhile I was at the door clutching one of our many mace bottles for a second wave attack to kick some serious Salvadorean ass.
… and whilst everyone was celebrating the ending and beginning of new chapters, we were desperately searching to find JJ the care he needed.
We felt lost. Searching for a needle in a hay stack…
Finally, on January 1st we managed to convince a doctor to drive in from the neighboring town and examine JJ. He was a fat, sweaty man, who spoke no English. He rushed in, sweat pouring from his temples and began shouting Spanish obscenities at us – it was as if he was on a come down from a coke fueled new years party. In a matter of minutes, he proclaimed JJ had parasites, began injecting him with a cocktail of drugs and demanded $100 for the episode – probably to rekindle his losses from the night before. We paid but the unsettling feeling did not alter.
No matter how beautiful Salvadorean sunsets may be…
… our hearts were hurting… Our boy was sick. We decided to move the following day to San Miguel and take him to a specialist en route to Nicaragua.
We love you JJ xxx
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