Category: Travel Diaries

Journey through Central America: From San Salvador to Nicaragua

In the silent darkness of a San Salvador street at 3:45 am, my friend and I, along with fellow backpackers, filled out immigration papers while awaiting the 5 am bus from Mexico. The deserted streets of this vibrant city became an unexpected backdrop to our pre-dawn adventure. The thrill of the unknown and the camaraderie among fellow travelers made this early morning escapade truly unforgettable.

Crossing Borders: 20 Hours, 3 Countries

Our journey spanned three Latin American countries in a single day. While I longed to explore Honduras, time constraints compelled us to postpone this adventure to another trip. Nevertheless, we managed to secure the country’s stamp in our passports. After a 20-hour journey, traversing diverse landscapes, we finally arrived in Granada, where Hostel Oasis welcomed us for the night.

Granada: Colonial Elegance

Known as one of Nicaragua’s most populous cities, Granada boasts a rich colonial heritage reflected in its stunning architecture and structures. Our exploration led us to the captivating Las Isletas, 350 small islands formed by the eruption of the Mombacho volcano. We cruised past private islands, owned by figures like the owner of Flor de Cana, witnessing the care bestowed upon them by local families. The murky lake waters, once home to Nicaraguan sharks, prompted us to forgo a swim, mindful of the predators lurking beneath.

After immersing ourselves in the wonders of Granada, we boarded the Big Foot service shuttle bound for the Pacific Coast.

San Juan del Sur: Beach Bliss

Arriving in San Juan del Sur at night, we were fortunate to secure a beach-facing room at Casa El Delfin for $20/night—comfortable and secure. As a typical tourist town, caution is advised when strolling on beaches at night. To blend in, keep valuables at the hostel and avoid standing out, especially at night. San Juan’s bay offers a plethora of beachside restaurants, attracting backpackers, surfers, and even cruise ship visitors seeking souvenirs. The town comes alive at night, providing a lively atmosphere for fellow travelers.

Christ Statue Hike and Pacific Bliss

A morning hike to the Christ statue, overseeing the horseshoe bay of SJDS, offered breathtaking views. We then packed our bags and traveled north to Playa Maderas, known for its blond sand beach and renowned surf spots.

Playa Maderas: Surfing Paradise

Playa Maderas, a haven for surf enthusiasts, provided a tranquil retreat. We chose to stay at Casa Maderas Ecolodge, a short walk from the surf break. With free Nicaraguan breakfasts, a shuttle to the beach, and a poolside happy hour, it was the epitome of relaxation. Surfing, jellyfish stings, and sunset sessions filled our days, complemented by rum punches, lobster tails, and the laid-back atmosphere of paradise.

An Earthquake, a Tsunami, and Sailing Adventures

A seismic event off the Pacific Coast of Guatemala brought a tsunami warning to Nicaragua. While daring surfers rode the waves, we opted for a day of sailing with Nica Sail and Surf. Captain Zach guided us along the Southern Nicaraguan coast, anchoring at a secluded bay where we played Robinson Crusoe on a deserted island. As rum punches flowed and faces lit up, I reveled in the moment amidst the Nicaraguan jungle.

As the journey neared its end, we hopped on a chicken bus to Managua. A guesthouse offered respite for the night, and a food stall provided a final culinary delight—potato cake, fried cheese, rice and beans, avocado slices, and freshly squeezed guava juice. Satiated, rested, memories captured, and pockets filled with experiences, it was time to bid farewell to Central America and embrace the routine awaiting us at home.

Pura Vida!

The  night bus from Flores to Guatemala City was cold and uncomfortable. AC blowing and cramped seats made it impossible to sleep. We made it to the city at 5am where we transferred by taxi to another bus terminal. The streets were already busy with working chapins who got ready for another long day of hard work. Our Tica bus was already more spacious and less crowded. We drove through beautiful scenery filled with volcanoes and lush forests. After crossing the Guatemala-El Salvador boarder and a couple more hours on the bus, we transfered in a cab and 45 min later we finally arrived on the Salvadorian coast.

There are mixed perception of El Salvador. Some will highlight the natural beauty of the country, from the mix of lush mountains, world-class surfing, spectacular hikes to amazing volcanic crater lakes. Some others will remember the ravage of the civil war of the 1980′s and the succession of natural disasters that left a country in many years of recovery.

The 1979-1992 civil war was a conflict of inequality between the government and guerrillas leaving more than 75,000 dead. Not long after the country had begun to recover, after the peace agreement in 1992, that it was hit by a series of natural disasters like Hurricane Mitch in 1998 and several earthquakes in 2001 leaving 1,200 people dead and more than a million others homeless. Unfortunately, with the addition of international news broadcasting about gangs, violence and crime, most tourists still consider the small Central American country a dangerous place to travel.

El Zonte

The black sand beach welcomes crashing waves that surfers enjoy catching at the break. It is calm, tranquil and beautiful. El Zonte is a little village accessible by a dirt road going down towards the ocean. The mouth of the river flowing through it forms a right point break with rocky bottom which comes popular with both native and foreign surfers looking for a non-crowded wave. This is where we set camp, at El Dorado surf lodge.

We took the afternoon to explore the town of La Libertad. Aboard a chicken bus, we made our way to the busy coastal town.

La Libertad

La Libertad is a dynamic port town and a popular tourist attraction only 20-minute bus ride from El Zonte. We walked along the Malecón and found a farmers’ market, hosting souvenir tables and multiple ceviche stations. Mariachis searched for audience and niñas desperately wanted to sell their bracelets. School girls treated themselves with flavoured shaved iced cones and fútbol enthusiasts played on the beach while the sun sat over the horizon.

We went back to El Zonte where we spent a couple of days of pure tranquility. Rare is the electricity at night so we enjoy candle light dinners. No Internet either, so good old ways: grab a book and read a story in a hammock or share travel stories with fellow voyageurs. On our last night, between a sip of Sauvignon Blanc and a bite of fish ceviche, we got the chance to watch a turtle lay her eggs on the black sand beach.

El Tunco

After a few relaxing days, we packed our bags and hopped on a chicken bus toward to El Tunco. El Tunco (”The Pig”) is a little gem located on the Salvadorian coast. Named after the big rock standing tall like a pig in the ocean, El Tunco is growing to become a popular surf town for both locals and international surfers travelling off the beaten path. The place is known as El Salvador’s classic surf town, a long-time surf mecca with its 3 attractive breaks, sun bleached hair surfers and travellers like us that… easily get stuck. With quality waves, good local food, dynamic nightlife, seductive smiles and inspiring sunsets, it is hard to give El Tunco a brief visit. The locals call it the Tunco effect: ”once you come to El Tunco you never want to leave again”.

We located ourselves at La Guitarra, a laid back backpacker hostel with warm and cozy bungalows a few steps from the beach. Whether the need is to read a book by the pool, update the travel diary swinging in a sun-warmed hammock or even bet on a game of billiards with fellow wanderers, La Guitarra is a comfortable and safe option to stay for a short or long stay.

Journal entry:

The sun beamed in the sky and the waves crashed on the sand. I looked at the ocean, my board leashed to my ankle, telling myself:” I guess it’s not that bad. Just massive swells erupting from the ocean. I should totally be fine.” I took the little courage I could find and the non-existent surf knowledge that I had and dove into the agitated sea. Lyz and I paddled pass the break and I felt great. I looked at Julie who stayed closer to the shore and waved with a proud smile. But Julie wasn’t waving back. Instead, she signaled us to come back. Soon enough we realized that we went too far out and were stuck in a rip tide. I got a little worried as I found myself getting closer and closer to the rock. There were no waves to ride back in and paddling back to the starting point was unsuccessful. At the time of confusion and at the edge of concern, we saw 2 surfers paddling towards us. ”You ladies need a hitch?” So there we were, 2 gringas getting rescued by 2 locals. Classic! But this fine picture is a genuine example of hospitality and altruism that the locals grant to tourists. Feet back to shore, I kissed the hot black sand and postponed the surf session. Instead, I sat back on the rocky beach and watched the pros showcase how it’s done.

After a surf session (whether your session was in the water or on the beach working on your skin colour), you might want to put some food in your belly. There is a diversity of laid-back open-air restaurants offering both local and fusion cuisine. Skip the traditional American burger and try the famous fish tacos, or grab a pupusa from a local stand.

Sit down and embrace the local life. As for the nightlife, you can’t miss it on weekends. Start with some peanut butter sushi at Raoul’s and then hit one of the open-aired bars.

D’rocas throw good parties on weekends with live bands. Be part of the celebration and dance the night away, feet in the sand, at the rhythm of a salsa, a rock or a reggaeton. The after party is usually spread on the beach and in the streets. Grab a late night broccoli burrito and perhaps an other beverage at one of the night stand. And this is just one hot night in El Tunco.

A few days went by and I already felt like home. The village is so small that you end up knowing everyone: from the old man renting surfboards, to the fish taco lady, to the Smirnoff server (Julie and I don’t drink beer, but found out that Smirnoff only cost $2. Heaven!), to the henna tattoo artist, to the jewlerly guy to the smoothie lady, to the local surfers.

We spent afternoons just hanging loose, watching the world go by. The boys challenged themselves on their board, carving strong turns and cutbacks, riding on top of the breaking curls. I captured the moments on my camera as they propelled off the waves. If one got tired of surfing, he climbed up El Tunco and showed off a perfect dive. Or perhaps took the paddleboard and exercised his balance pass the break. There possibly might be a volleyball game going on further on the beach.

There is no need to stress. No place to go. No one to meet. Just be there, in a sun ray of light absorbing every moment of life. The sunsets were absolutely amazing, but the last one was the best. I reflected on my last days spent in the surf town and as the sun retired behind El Tunco. I watched the surfers catch a last wave home as the stars came to appear in the sky. The ocean was melodic, the breeze was nice. I felt just fine. I could stay here forever…

Despite the reputation it might have through the years, El Salvador is in all a destination for all avid travellers. Surfing is a natural tourism industry that has grown in recent years as the government focuses on this sector. Local government has invested in the infrastructure like the improvements of the roads, available drinking water supply and security at the beaches and in towns. El Salvador now sees a growing number of international surfers enjoying quality and not-yet crowded waves. Whether it is a stop while travelling through Central America, a surfing adventure, or just an overall sighting of the country, you’ll find that this tiny little piece of land is a pure hidden gem of natural beauties, Salvadorian genuine smiles and pure warm hearts. So if you feel adventurous and want to escape the hustle and bustle of your busy life, buy a ticket to El Salvador, get a tan on your surfboard, fall in love with the ocean curls… you might never return

Guatemala is home to 2 mountain ranges, a multitude of rivers, tropical jungles, lakes and 33 volcanoes (3 still active). The country offers a rich and distinctive culture due to a millennium of Mayan civilization and 3 centuries of Spanish colonial rule. Along with the diverse history, the economy, politics, crafts, architecture, natural beauty of the land, languages and religions, Guatemala is a rich destination to discover.

We wandered around the charming cobbled-stone streets and colourful alleys in search of souvenirs to bring home. There are plenty of handy-craft stores to be found, full of local hard-wood carvings, colorful blankets, paintings and kitnats arts. Julie chose to bring back to the Canadian North a blanket, a hammock and 2 ponchos. I got myself a stone carved Mayan calendar and 2 seed-carved pipes.

At night, we sat back and relaxed at El Thelmo, a little cozy terrasse facing the lake. Sipping on refreshing mojitos and devouring a massive vegetarian sandwich, we contemplated at the sun setting over the lake. We glimpsed at lovers romancing on a bench and sighted an old man watching the time pass by.

We travelled back in pre-Columbian time, somewhere from the 6th century B.C. to the 10th century A.D. We wandered around the archeological remains of the Maya civilization, learnt about their culture and admired temples and palaces. Toucans and spider monkeys curiously followed our steps through the jungle while howler monkeys growlled as the sun rose. I felt like it was already noon as the sun provided an abundance of heat and light, but it was only 8! Tikal is a scenic site in Guatemala that is surely not to be missed. 

On our last day in Flores, we decided to take it easy. We snacked on boiled eggs for breakfast, feet hanging above the water on the dock admiring the view of the lake while locals splished and splashed to cool off the morning heat. As the day went by, we snapped some more pictures and embraced the ambiance of beautiful Flores. In the evening, we embarked an old wooden craft and rowed ourselves across the lake. We were the entertaining sight of 2 girls in pink and red dresses attacking waves on an unstable boat in a middle of a big lake. It was the local’s turns to take their phone out and take pictures of us with a laugh.