It's been a blur since we've entered Nicaragua to say the least. Surf. Beach. Surf. Beach. Surf.....
However, in the midst of our routine lives there is always some excitement and there are a few turns of adventure as well.
This one goes a ways back to our grand exit of Guatemala. Once upon a night in el salvador, We met a dude.... A group of dudes actually... A group of Drunk el salvadorian dudes in the middle of the night while we were sleeping in our tents on the beach. Flashlights started dancing around the tents and Slurry, loud Spanish was talking at us. In that moment I decided we were meeting the legendary ladrones (thieves) of central America. First thought was they fancied our red 4runner, our swimshorts, our spear gun, our surfboards, my faded black hat, or other gizmos and trinkets we gringos carry... Or worst they just felt like picking on gringos. They talked and I did t care to understand, but Grady, skyler, and Henry figured out they supposedly needed a jump for their car. We got the 4runner out while mr. Drunkest himself harassed us and tried to pick a fight while his compadres cussed him out in Spanish to take it easy cause they were asking a favor.
We pulled up and no jumper cables were to be found (even though they said they had them) so we did what I now call the Latin American salto (jump).
Step 1: remove healthy car battery from healthy car
Step 2: carry battery passed drunk guy slurring out "hey papi! Where you from papi!" to the dead car
Step 3: invert healthy battery on top of dead one and bridge the gap with your handy dandy crescent wrench.
Step 4: start that puppy up and get the hell outta there cause the drunk guy is trying to kiss you and shows you he has your name tattooed on his man boob. What da?!
Anyways. Success. That's the Latin American salto.
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