Through the backyard of some people, it went to the "main street" on the Guatemalan side. For that you had to pay 1 quetzal (0.12 €) way toll. Suddenly, however, everyone spoke Spanish again, so I was over there. There was, however, no imigration, and unfortunately no village politician, but a few policemen. I was first illegally on the way. Apparently this border is also used mainly for drug smuggling, illegal immigration, and such things. Not far away I saw two security types with pump guns in front of a normal village house, shortly thereafter a house of the Jehovah's Witnesses and shortly thereafter a brand-new pickup with at least 90km / h passed me on this incredibly small and bad gravel track. I could not get it together, I'd rather keep speculation for myself, but it was a bit questionable. The only policemen I could find the next day found, because of my descriptions, that I am illegal here. I grinned and said, "Jo!". They did not have a temple, of course, and told me that I would probably go to Guatemala City (the wrong way). In Morales, the first city I would have crossed if I had taken the ferry, I left my bike at Felizito, a fun and amiable pastor who preached hatred against other religions and homosexuality in his worship, and took a bus To Puerto Barrios, where the ferry had arrived, there must be an imigration. These directly found me told the two guys that they are only responsible for the sea route. I said it did not matter and after two minutes of discussion, they gave me a little bit of a punch in the passport. They told me that this limit I took was dangerous and is used by Narcos. I said "and from Jehovah's Witnesses". However, in my passport everything was correct again, and I had deducted from the bus trip of about 3 € Roundtrip, saved almost $ 60. In the direction of El Salvador, I met Jhonny, who told me how he paid $ 8000 to people, as a 21-year-old, among others. 4 days without water through the desert Texas ran while next to him the humans died and he then worked for 8 years in the USA illegally before he returned with a pawn money to his family. He took me to a huge plant on the coffee was dried. The boss was happy and gave me a free tour and explained to me everything about the manufacturing process, including the best quality is shipped to Central Europe and the USA and the lower quality finds its way to China. Overall he estimated the value of the beans on this plant at 5 million U $. In the border village I had my last Quetzales for the Alltime Classic here in Guatemala Pollo y Papas (chicken with French fries) and went over to the side of El Salvador.