08/30 Yay, a new country. 
Easiest border crossing ever but getting to it was over the muddiest road I’ve ever been on. The location of the border between Honduras and El Salvador in this area is disputed so there wasn’t a customs post on the E Salvador side. The lone Honduran guard probably wouldn’t have checked my passport had I not brought it up. A mile or so down the road I did end up getting stopped at military checkpoint and would have been through there in 10 seconds had it not been for a higher ranking guy that basically just wanted to act cool in front of the other guys because he could speak a little English.
Spent last night in the town of Marcala. Not much going on there but it gave me a chance to remove both my fenders. Karen had warned me about the mud and she was right. It was pretty brutal. I would have been stopping a lot if I still had them on. The road was so bad in many places that nothing short of a truck with high clearance would make it through even under somewhat dry conditions.
I’m going to stay here tomorrow and relax before heading south and then back into Honduras before cutting into Nicaragua. My fenders need to go back on and my poor legs are sore. Riding 32 miles through mud and then carrying a 100 lb bike plus 70 lbs of gear up a massive amount of stairs to get to the hotel room did me in. Glad they had a hose here I could use. My bike was filthy.
Perquin is a pretty significant place in that the FMLN (rebels) made this their home during the Salvadoran Civil War which claimed the lives of 75,000 people. The Museum of the Revolution has exhibits related to the war so maybe I’ll ride in tomorrow and visit. I can’t help feeling weird going there as a US citizen knowing what our government did–kind of like how I felt at Wounded Knee in South Dakota.
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