I love visiting the capital cities of countries I visit, even if it’s only for a night or two. I knew I’d be at least transiting in through San Salvador en route to Honduras so figured I should at least stay a couple of nights, right?
San Salvador has a reputation for not being the safest city in the world, so I was reliably informed that ‘Zone Rosa’ is far and away the safest district so I zoned in on that area when I was looking for places to stay. I stumbled across Hotel Fotherhouse, right in the main area I wanted to be. Done.
I had taken a chicken bus from western El Salvador that morning and I had saved the location of the hotel in my google maps app on the iPhone so I had the bus driver drop me as nearbye as possible. It was about a 2km walk and before long I was checking in.
The receptionist was a great guy, with quality English. He filled me in on the area, I dropped my bags and headed off to the movies.
The next day I woke up and was doing some work in the room (free wifi baby), and I lost track of time. Reception called me around 11am to check on me because they hadn’t seen me at breakfast, I told them I was immersed in my work; “No problem Mr Johnny, breakfast finished an hour ago, but would you like us to bring something to your room for you while you work?”. Wow, how’s that service?! 15 minutes later, this arrived:
That level of service is tough to beat. The hotel also has a nice pool in the centre atrium although it’s rainy season for me here, so that won’t be getting used.
I spent day 2 exploring the city, checking out a really cool church and the huge Cathedral. Actually, I was lost and a man on the street clearly saw my confused face and took pity on me. He showed me I was queuing for the wrong bus, walked with me for 2km to show me the right bus, got on the bus with me, showed me the sights I had wanted to see and put me in a taxi back to where we started – now that’s everything right about travel right there. If you’re reading this, thanks Gerardo!
I got back to Hotel Fotherhouse in a great mood after that experience. I spoke to reception about how to get to Copan Ruinas in Honduras the next day and both the receptionist and cleaner dropped everything to help plan my journey (chicken bus to the border, taxi across the border, taxi to the large town, then Chicken bus to Entrada, then chicken bus to Copan). They were calling friends, letting me speak to people on the phone – the service was out of this world. And looking back, the route worked perfectly. So thanks everyone, and thanks for a great stay Hotel Fotherhouse.