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2025-01-18 01:23:10El Salvador is lovely, but after 6 hours on a school bus transport I have swamp crotch. The narrow American school bus seat does not have enough room for heights above 6'. I have also sat on my balls multiple times and I think my first invention will not be a time machine but a Yeti cup with reverse cooling that I can tuck into my crotch. At this point I think the balls may be useless and might as well come off before I continue this journey. I'm sorry this is graphic, but I don't want to sugar coat the experience. Coffee on a bus #3 was lovely since I managed to snag the extra legroom aisle seat. https://image.nostr.build/54335392f0d97a9e83d0d4410e7ebf7c6a76257a584391f5f9a3b3a982e7cacc.jpg I also ate a corn cake (3 for a dollar) and there were fresh fruits served on board by women who climbed over the turn styles and gave the driver part of their wares. https://image.nostr.build/6953baa18ce9d0c89e2a72b3fd7685cd3e6b8f471634cbd42b6b322bb4baea21.jpg Then I ate some type of fruit. That was almost like cabbage. https://image.nostr.build/4d38751373b84c1963047a6596bb3fb862947dc0fd51eb41f8a9940fbf35be18.jpg There were almost only women riding the bus into the city. I have no idea where the men are. 1. Either already went to work and took a bike or another transport 2. Either don't exist ( worry about past gang stuff) 3. Or something else. I ended up stretching my legs down a city street which ended in a country lane. Geraniums and tropical flowers filled the narrow gap between the houses and the dirt path. I walked past pleasant women taking their kids to the town square for the evening, some with a skets on their heads. One of the ladies called out "pupusas for 1 dollar", and her little son complained, "mom, you don't have to sell right now". She looked at me and laughed. Her son was already in the dont-embarrass-me-mom stage. https://image.nostr.build/eb773ebb17d2736f4daad8d776d4451a8e78911f3e8e8003d3228e525e746c3c.jpg