The rum diaries

During Aaron's last few days, we spent our time trying to outrun the rain which, we found out the hard way, is impossible to do.

The killer panoramic views, volcano and waterfall hikes, even the surfing were affected by the rains and general blahness caused by the hurricane.

The good news is, Aaron drinks. And the rain couldn't stop us from pueblo hopping, crashing at chill hostels, and going through bottles of rum like a couple of Australian backpackers flipping through a guidebook to Central America. In the short span of a week, we visited Panama, Guatemala and Nicaragua, over a few cubes of ice and a splash of lime.


Singing in the hurricane. Who needs sun when we can get equally blinded by the mildly hallucinogenic murals of Ataco?


Guns N Roses + Jesus with a dove = gringo confusion.


Aaron quickly got the hang of hitchhiking, the fastest and safest form of travel in El Salvador, and after a brutally humid, jam-packed, vendor filled bus ride to Tacuba, we both looked forward to returning to hanging precariously off the backs of speeding pickup trucks.


A few days at the beach. Sort of like the dessert after one hell of a meal.