My friend Jugo and I were in a party, one night which I didn’t want to be in. The place was filled with loud and angry people and there was thick tension in the air. But I was designated driver as usual and who knows how many I would have to pile in back to San Salvador. At 2pm, I managed to drag Jugo out, but he was not done. How could he be, after about 2 bottles of rum. He started off in the direction of the forest. He said “ 10 minutes, you won’t regret it, its beautiful . With no torchlight and no moon, I followed shaking my head, After 45 minutes and my shirt drenched with sweat, I threatened to return. He held out his hands and said “where ? only 10 minutes more and we are there. Any ways you can’t find your way back.” After another hour we had almost the exact same conversation, except for the fact that I really wanted to smash his skull in. When we reached finally after about 4 hours through the forest in the dark. This is what we witnessed