Then we moved next door to the Aduana, very professional, they had all the prices posted on the wall with a notice of when the prices had been adjusted, they inspected the bikes, no sprays or BS. We didn’t have enough Quetzales to pay so Deya wandered into town to find a bank, it was a long and super hot hike, she returned haggard but had the cash. I stayed with the bikes since me only speekee the Iglish. Deya wears her gear, pro rally II (BMW), which you may know weighs in at about a thousand pounds wet, so you can imagine the walk up the hill she had. Took another 40 minutes for the walk and 15 for the Aduana, they issued a receipt and the total was 160 Quetzales each. We put the stickers on the bikes and left. I talked to Deya afterwards about the charges, reminded her that there is no charge for entering ourselves into
|WTF!?! There is garbage everywhere??!! Zoom-in|
|DON'T DROP IT!!!!!|
We got to the Frontera (Border) on the Guatemalan side at Pedro de Alvarado, La Hachadura on the Salvadorian side and immediately had a crowd of ‘helpers’ around us. This pisses me off a bit, while I respect that they are trying to help people with the confusion of the border for a living, they often create the very confusion they suggest that they can help with. I told Deya not to talk to these guys and go straight to the office, she continued to ask questions. I left pissed off, they we’re pointing her towards a guy with a clip board sitting on the sidewalk, bullshit. Once I road away, she got it and simply road over to Migracion office. Once there the situation changed and Deya was able to get our documents done fairly easily. We also got the contact to make a formal complaint against the fellows who charged us 20 Quetzales on the way in and an apology from the supervisor there. We’ll let you know how that goes.
|All 'helpers' waiting to run at you at the same time, bikes are so they can chase you down|