Tales of hitchhiking and vice
I reached the Mexican border by the grace of two Guatemalan truckers. The first was an outgoing family man, talkative, at the end of his shift, who dropped me at strategic intersection of comedors and rumbling trucks heading towards the Mexican border about 20 km distant. There I was picked up by the second trucker.... Continue Reading →
This morning I did yoga on cement roof looking out at Lake Atitlán and pine trees and melting as the cool air was killed by the rising sun. So many nice conversations on all my rides today. Also got involved in a soccer match along the road in Guatemala. 2.5 weeks to California, where I'll... Continue Reading →
Props to the guy who took this photo for me. Wow. El Salvador was the easiest, by far, country to hitchhike in that one could imagine. I was hitching north along the Pacific coast, which is reminiscent of California's famous Pacific Coast Highway, when suddenly, a trucker stopped, played me some sweet Salvadoreño Christian... Continue Reading →
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