Quote: (01-02-2017 07:10 PM)The Natural Wrote:
Firstly whats an arse pucker factor? lol
Hw long where you there for mate?
Ass pucker is a term in the States for being on edge or nervous.
I've been to San Salvador for short visits on business five times. I only got to go out on the town twice. Some craziness happened both those times.
The first time, my work partners and I were on the way to the airport in a taxi, and the driver suddenly pulled a U-turn in the middle of the highway. I was trying to figure out if we were getting taxi robbed or what his fucking deal was. He suddenly looked nervous as hell. The driver said the radio just announced riots in the highway and people throwing firebombs. I still thought he might have been jerking us around, but we started seeing Toyota trucks loaded down with soldiers in riot gear going the other way.
The only other way to get to the airport was on a dirt road over a steep mountain. So that was some serious pucker factor driving through a shanty part of the city. That little piece of shit taxi could barely get up the hill. My two partners and I had to get out and push that taxi twice to get up steep parts while looking all white and gringoey with people staring at us. City peasants are scary.
The next time I was walking around with another work buddy looking for a bar to go to. We found a cool spot and decided to go in. My partner said he wanted to go back to the hotel first and call his wife and change clothes. We agreed to hook up at 8 and hit that bar. I ended up falling asleep and woke up after midnight, so we didn't go out.
On the way to the airport, we passed by that bar and it had been completely gutted by fire. The taxi driver told us that 30-something people had been killed by smoke or had been trampled by the crowd as they tried to push out the front door. Holy fucking balls.
I'm sure anyone else could go to San Salvador and it would be Rainbows and Kittens. But I tend to be a shitmagnet where ever I go. :/