Roads Unknown

Only once, in Dublin, Ireland, have a boarded a "tourist bus", but my couch surfing host suggested it as a good way to see most of the city of Salvador since he was busy working...

The day go by. It's hard to believe 3 months ago I was moving into this house I will now be leaving in 2 weeks time. Seems like just yesterday, but Carnaval seems like forever ago...

The closest thing I can think of to relate what Carnaval (in Portuguese, everywhere else, Carnival) here in Rio de Janeiro was for me like is to go back to my small town semi-roots: "street dance"...

Being on the road is quite simply, amazing. It provokes a different way of thinking for a new kind of life. Good and bad, not all is always well, but life is always swell. At 6 months into this journey, I have experienced so much in so little time. From people, new friends and old friends...

If you have ever traveled outside the United States, you always miss this one thing we Americans pride ourselves upon: Service. Until a few weeks ago when we arrived in Brasil, this thing called service has been more or less non-existent...

Sleeping in a hammock for 3 straights days isn't all its cracked up to be. Sleeping next to a cute Brazilian girl who dresses like she's hitting up the non-existent club every day on the boat however, is. The 200 other people crowded in next to you within a space of 25sq meters, not...

So there I was in what is probably the dumpiest, sketchiest place I've stated in, yet (and perhaps ever). I went for the single bed as time again has proven bunk beds to be mostly noise. I switched in the middle of the night, proven wrong. Plus there weren't springs stuck in my back anymore...

I sit here as sober thoughts enter my head. I write and many find themselves on paper. The rest do not. Where do they go? Why can I not record them all? These other thoughts, these other memories. Gone. If I wasn't on the wagon, I would understand. Booze stole them away...

I knew before I left which things I would miss the most. Possibly at the top, hot water. I love my showers. Whether its to wake up in the morning or relieve a splitting hangover...

Alright you have to excuse me while I put a little rant down on paper. As the namesake implies it is about border crossings and how they are the incarnation of an idea formulated by the devil himself...

I left the next day. Sad I know, but the city of Granada, boat tours, and a wicked cool circus with a bottle of rum wore me out and made me think of other things that I should do. Like physical activity and hiking volcano. Totally not the right thing for my lazy ass...

I woke up again at 8am for the second third straight day in a row. And I'm going to do the same tomorrow, maybe even earlier! This morning it was partly cloudy, partly sunny...

I woke up this morning planning to hit the ocean in scuba gear, under the water with the fishies. But at 8am, yes I woke up this early, the skies were completely overcasted from the rains the night before still so I returned to my top bunk...

just a little update...I'm down in Bocas del Toro...Jason is I have no idea...I've written two blogs on paper in the past 24 hours but with internet at $2/hour and broken keyboards and white sandy beaches and cute surfer girls, I'll wait til I'm back in the city...plus Jason has a number to write,...

Now we need to leave, for real this time. The plan over the weekend was to celebrate our departure of Nicaragua this morning, but today I feel like I spent the last 48 hours in Vegas on a whirlwind tour of food, booze, and fun when I passed by the local casino (i.e...

As I'm about to embark on yet another wild and crazy night here in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua, I figure I ought to get a few of the ideas from the past few weeks out of my head before they disappear in the celebration of a New Year. But, it's not quite a new one for me...

One of the reasons for this trip, for me personally, is to find "that place". The place where I could envision myself hanging out for a few years. In reality right now, I cannot at all imagine this working out successfully for me, but I figure if I fall in love with the culture, food, people, etc...

the following blog is a mish-mash of fun, excitement, boredom, but most importantly random events that either deserved their own blog (and got one) or those that did not. some of these stories were written weeks ago and never published, others i will try to make up (and remember) as i go along...

From ThanksgivingSo this is me Madre in Xela. Flory runs the school in which we studied for four weeks. From what I know she loves her job and as with any good educator makes sure that her students enjoy/learn the most from their time in her school. Thanksgiving was no different for us...

So as our time dwindles in Guatemala, I wanted to put down a few of those things that I really didn't expect about the place...