We need a road trip attitude check, a runaway paranoia ramp and this lake, nestled in the caldera of an El Salvadoran volcano, comes just in time. Young men who could be recently deported gang members sit in the shade of trees nailed with signs saying no firearms. But as far as I can prove I am the only one harboring a gun and we pay five dollars to camp in a roped off area labeled “eco-reserve.” At dusk the only sound comes from the poles of old men fishing for striped lake perch in their underwear.
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