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 →
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 →
Distance covered: Somoto, Nicaragua to El Amatillo, El Salvador I awoke in Somoto, Nicaragua and caught the 6:45am bus to Somoto Canyon, where I entered the park barefoot with my drybag containing my rock climbing shoes, helmet, and not much more. I reached the river, crossed and smoked the last of my marijuana and hash,... Continue Reading →
This is part of a series of posts that I am currently living in which I am hitchhiking from Panama City, Panama north to California (at least). Here is Part 1, and the latest, Part 5. *** Dawn was breaking when I emerged from my tent. I was in front of a firetruck, in a... Continue Reading →
Note: I just hitchhiked on mescaline all day from Nindiri up to Somoto, Nicaragua. First time hitchhiking on psychedelics. Hitchhikeadelic is now... real. And shit got real. That post will be tomorrow. But this is part 5 of my hitchhiking trip from Panama City, Panama to... todo norte! Actually I have a wedding to attend... Continue Reading →
[Note: I'm leaving in a couple days to continue my hitchhike journey north to California. I have four weeks to reach Santa Cruz, which is estimated at 80 hours driving hours.] Time stood still for the last 5 weeks. Here on the 2-volcano island of Ometepe, in a lake, in Nicaragua. Levels to this shit.... Continue Reading →
I’ve been without a phone for 7 weeks now. It’s been, in a word, transformative. At first I was uncomfortable not being able to take out the phone at any moment. I used to take it out at least 20 times a day. You sit down in a social area, a restaurant, a bar, chances... Continue Reading →
I've said it before: things are getting WEIRD ever since I went phoneless. The first few days were hectic. This was a month ago. I left Boquete to find my friends in the jungle of Limones, and, because I rely on my phone for everything, I was unable to find them for a full 24... Continue Reading →
A note on photos... my phone is broken, so I have no photos of Nicaragua, but I will acquire them when possible. Still, an article needs a featured photo. Gotta draw people in. So for now, please accept this sexy photo of me and a cool dog admiring the balsamic rock of Boquete, Panama. And... Continue Reading →
