What a difference a border can make. El Salvador is a completely different animal. More on this in a few days.
I’ve read a few ride reports from others and I can’t remember anyone whining as much as I have about the heat. And I can’t use being Canadian as an excuse because some of the others have been too. Oh well.
So the plan was to head up to altitude to escape it for a few hours.
So I rode around the backstreets on my way to the Lake this morning. Here’s the town behind the waterfront
A few miles of pavement down from the crest, then dirt for a few miles around the lake. It’s a continuous community
The water, according to all reports is supposed to be cool. It isn’t, it’s like a bath. Back to the temperature thing. My usual greeting to people isn’t *Buenos Dias*, it’s * Mucho color. Es normal?* which translates roughly to *Christ it’s hot. Is this normal or what?*. The Latinos are pretty intuitive and reply, kindly, * no it’s not normal* which means *as your host in this country, since you’re obviously suffering, I’m going to be tactful and pretend this is abnormal*
Here’s the riding perspective