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Today's botanical delight was the number and kind of flowering trees, seemingly a new one at each turn in that lush Southern Guatemala ecological zone. One plantation had orange blossoming trees, another niche was solid purple. Nice winter real estate indeed. My hosts, three El Salvadoran merchants, had sold their van load of products in the city. I rode in the back enjoying the view and the radio blasting English rock and roll. While we went through El Salvadoran immigration and customs I began to talk with one of them, A.
When two soldiers with automatic weapons walked by A. To maintain conversation yet remain neutral I stated that in Guatemala they wore camouflage uniforms, not green. He informed that there is a U. The customs agent found a large package of cash in their luggage. After my pack was briefly searched we were allowed to continue. I sat alone in back with an excellent degree view, astride my pack and beside the cash. My hosts closely scrutinized any vehicle following us, they commented about trucks undergoing random roadside inspections, they were attentive to the possibilities of getting stopped at military checkpoints and they worried not that I was riding beside the cash.
We arrived in San Salvador before At a nearby comedor we shared dinner while a charming 8-year-old bus boy conversed with us. Due to the little guy's street slang and missing front teeth we had difficulty understanding him. Likewise he asked me to repeat statements. His repertoire of hand and facial expressions were as delightful as he was entertaining.