I live near the Honduran/Salvadoran border, so I often see the border patrol. I'm not entirely sure what they're patrolling for. The border crossing nearby are dirt roads or wading across the River Zumpul and climbing through the cornfields (milpas) on the other side. Most people - locals with family or land on the other side - cross on horseback. (And man can they ride! No saddles or bridles necessary, either). So not very efficient for trafficking.
What commerce exists in our region - 'La Zona Alta', the high-altitude zone of El Salvador - is far more mundane. Most revolves around vegetable farming, especially cabbage (see pic). Every day, distributor trucks come rumbling and honking and scattering dust and rocks down the gravel-dirt road. Young men line up to earn a dollar transporting the harvested cabbage to the truck and packing it in as tightly as possible without brusing.
I've heard reports of unlawful produce dumping in El Salvador, so the best guess I have for the police presence is to ward off illegal cabbage smuggling. Welcome to life in the campo.
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