El
Salvador Autohotel
Salvadoran Hotel Pleasure
~ by Mark McMahon
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just don't get it! Is this just a place to park your auto? Where's the
freakin' office? I drove around the circular interior of the drab cement
complex several times and all I could see were small garage spaces with
a door inside and a rolling metal garage door outside. "Where's the office?"
I asked the security guard with a big shotgun and a nasty german shepard.
My much improved Spanish was not enough to comprehend the situation. "Are
there rooms here?" "Yes. You have to use the telephone." "But I'm a traveller,
I don't have a telephone." I drove out, still mystified, looking for an
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Nope.
Nada. I was running out of options. I had already been looking for a place
to stay for forty-five minutes and it was way after dark. I had to try
again with my heavily armed friend. He told me there was someone in the
office who spoke English. "What office? Where is the office?" I said, not
hiding my frustration. "On the telephone." He repeated for the fifth time.
He finally motioned for me to come with him into a garage and through a
door into a small room. It was painted a fleshy pink color and there was
a huge mirror on the wall next to the bed. "Omigawd! I'm in a whorehouse!!"
I thought, as he handed me the phone. The girl on the phone spoke english
with a European accent. She told me the room was $13 and that included
two beverages and that check-out time was 7:00am.(7:00am??) Hmm. OK, I
think I'm making progress.
Then it got
wierder. I was unpacking and I heard a knock on the door. There was no
one at the door. There was no one at the garage door. Was I hearing things?
No. I heard it again, this time with a girl's muffled voice. "Omigawd!"
I thought again, "Is there a naked girl somewhere in my room?" No. A box
in the corner with a hand! Just like the Addams Family on TV! And it wanted
my money! After an explanation from Brigitte, the Austrian girl on the
phone, it all made perfect sense. This was a place where Salvadorean couples
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If you can't
bring your girlfriend home to Mom, nor your mistress home to the wife,
then you come here. No one sees you, your partner, or your car! Completely
anonymous, with a free porno channel! But alas, I'm here all by myself!
The following
are Mark's previous articles for the magazine:
 Through
Bolivia ~ Riding
My Bike On The World's Most Dangerous Road
Living
Large In Buenos Aires ~ Argentina
At
The Bottom Of The World - Ushuaia
Adventures
In Colombia ~ The
Journey Continues
Baby
Blue And La Paz ~ Making
It Through In Bolivia
What
Doesn't Kill You... ~ Noel
Kempff National Park, Bolivia
Bolivia
To Buenos Aires -On
The Road
ANTI-AMERICAN
SENTIMENT ~ Politics
In Latin America
Cuba
~ Having
Fun
Go to Mark's
web site and check out his new book, DRIVING TO THE END OF THE WORLD,
due out at Christmas. Click Here
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Mark Click Here
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