San Salvador International

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On the flight to san salvador we met a very interesting person. Thy were a dress maker and their name was Filis (we cant work out how to spell this name so i will alter the spelling as i go so we will at some point hopefully get it correct). Philis also happened to be a drunk smelly, racist, woman obsesed, prostitute loving, sister loving??? middle aged man. At SSalvador we decided it would be easyer to not leave the airport as it was in a very rural area. We slept on the floor for a few hours had some ok, but different coffee and went mad as a result of all the gay uplifting catholic music. I was feeling pretty sick but a bean and mince pepusa soon fixed that.

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