As you might guess by the title of this blog entry this was one of the most stressful days we have had so far. We left Suchitoto, El Salvador and headed towards the Honduras border. The drive was uneventful and we reached the border. The best way to know you are arriving at a border is the group of 20+ men running towards you, waving their arms as if your car was on fire, flashing badges and whistling at you. This business of being a border helper is cut throat and those closest to our windows have the best chance of making a couple of bucks. They come at you from all sides, too, not just the driver’s side. “It’s going to take you 4 hours if you do it alone. I’ll get you through in 30 minutes max. There are four offices and it is really expensive.” Matthias and I were both thinking that this was the usual ploy to get us to spend a ton of money for their services, but this time it was us who were wrong. Everything they told us was true.
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