After reading the travel advisories I decided not to got to El Salvador, while in Central Am last year.
I went to Nicaragua instead, me and a friend got held up at gunpoint our first morning in Managua.
So much for that.
It's like the old joke: An old man is walking around London, and he turns around a corner and bumps into Death. The man is shocked and flees as fast as he can. He takes a train up to Manchester where he believes he is safe from the Grim Reaper.
The very next day he is walking around another corner, and there is Death, who strikes him down instantly. Death then helps him up to accompany him to the afterlife.
"Funny, I thought I had managed to escape you in London," said the old man.
"Well, I got pretty confused when I saw you there," admitted Death. "I was supposed to be meeting you here today."