A vast amount of Central America was passed awaiting some bastards in Guatemala to release the Land Cruiser from customs or being hideously sick in Belize, a country of which I saw mostly a toilet and a sink. Numerous, numerous times. Still, here's a collection of photos from El Salvador and Honduras which I hope you enjoy!

About this time last year, I was eagerly awaiting Izzy to be relinquished from the clutches of customs officials at Valparaiso in Chile. A whole one year ago . . . how the time has flown by.  Yet I still look at the photos, review overland forums to add my tuppence worth when someone asks something ridiculously banal - like what's the best vehicle or can I take my dog/child/granddad or if American, can I carry my Dad's arsenal with me in case I get into a shootout (checkout any of the fabulous FB forums by the way, Pan-American Travellers Association for example). Surprisingly, I still own my Land Cruiser.  
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Having took aeons to find a vehicle in the condition and age bracket I needed for my travels, I felt assured that if I could ship to Chile, if I could clear customers, if I could travel around South America without dying or crashing, that if I could then ship across to Central America and then still be alive to cross into North America, and that if customers were nice and everything went . . . IF I could manage all of that, then I could sell my beloved vehicle very quickly. Despite succeeding in all that, I have been staggered that it isn’t the case. And yet, staggered but quite pleased.