Sunday 22nd June 2025 All the last couple of days ordeals are now behind us, Bingo's drone is no more, the failed attempt at entering Honduras now a distant memory, as we stir in the beds ready for a tough first days riding in El Salvador. Before breakfast both checked the messages coming in from home, hoping for some positive news after Steve's cycling accident, not the best of news, but least he is stable and in the right place, sounds a bit of a clique, yes you are right, finding it quite difficult to be upbeat, when you know your brother needs your help at home, thankfully the family has pulled together like families do and giving Steve the support he needs, from the bottom of are hearts Bingo and Gringo are so grateful.   Breakfast in the nice little room overlooking the pool that we never got a chance to enjoy, did look nice, as we sneaked out of the room in the early hours of the morning.  On the road by 5:30 through the empty streets of St Miguel, sure that's a beer, get that out of my mind at this unearthly hour. Quite a tough day today, need to get the climbing legs back in play, no bother, my thighs are like oak trees at the moment, bursting through these new shorts with boundless energy, pumping up the hills with consummate ease, though these are hills not the Andes at 4000m plus, that's a different kettle of fish. Good to get the legs working, needed the 1st stop at Nueva Guadalupe, lovely coffee and soft drink, first little climb out of the way, get these puppies pumping, we have a little 10 mile climb coming up, nothing serious just up  and up, nice scenery so just pedal, every time I start to sing thing of my brother in hospital, so not many songs coming out to day, think the juke box has been rocked to much, we will see, i am sure my inner self will come out with so wonderful tunes later, just have to climb this little hill. Always works start thinking about Steve and how he influenced his younger brothers in their music tastes, my mind is rolling, the steel mills rolling, he was at Sheffield Polytechnic years ago, think the name may have changed now, but got a Clash song banging in my head with only two miles of the climb to do, mate I am rocking, having a giggle as my two kids used to sing "Go straight to Del Boys" driving down to the South of France many moons ago, least it cheered me up and smashed the little climb. "If you can play on fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust Water froze In the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise There ain't no need for ya There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Can you cough it up, loud and strong? The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land There ain't no asylum here King Solomon, he never lived 'round here" Back onto the riding after that little interlude, we are flying in between the little steep bits at least, stop for a bite to eat at Comedor La Virgen, a little kids animal farm, me straight away think of George Orwell, that would have been good, talking to the intelligent pigs, but sadly no just donkeys, though I do like their little sad faces. Just a quick stop, plate of chips and rice and a cold beer, would have had another one but a bus load just turned up so hey ho, have to pedal faster to get another one. Bingo also sorted out  a place to stay, while I was moaning about not being able to get another beer, surely not! So only 18 miles to go, off we go fueled by a plate of rice and a beer, all good keep a steady pace as the road is not brilliant, no hard shoulder, loads of potholes, so you need to concentrate, just keep the line and pedal. Finding the road is very technical, as we need to avoid the potholes without going out into the traffic, basically grabbing hold of the handle bars tightly and getting the best line you can. Finally made it to the paradise of Finca La Paz, lovely place that Bingo had booked, wish we could have stayed longer, brilliant place that re homes wild animals and birds, also produces its own coffee, trouble was we were both shattered, but got shown to the barn, also a coffee store, smelt lovely. The staff were wonderful, sorted out some WIFI for us, brought a fan into the room, so good.  Had a lovely meal in the early evening twilight looking over their estate, what a wonderful place, the girl said they released young Toucans yesterday that had been rescued by the locals, so good. We love this place, so decided to stay for breakfast the next day, forgo the early morning cereal routine and have a civilised breakfast at 07:00. Great day