It’s been a while since I’ve written anything on here, so I want to apologise to all my die-hard fans (mum). I’ve been distracted, I guess. But I do have a story to tell, and here it is.
A Beautiful Kind of Pain
Lying on my bed in The World’s Most Dangerous City and I’m tired. Beyond tired after a busy couple of weeks. I went out and got drunk last night and it was just like back home. Boring, uneventful, sterile.
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Bulgarian and Bad as Hell
I was nervous about coming to Honduras.
You go to Honduras, be careful, they say.
People said I had guts to give everything up and travel in the first place. Nah, I’m only afraid of more important things, I’ve still got a few things to prove. I felt I had to go to Tegucigalpa, to prove to myself that I’m not afraid of these places.
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Some Nonsense About The CA-4 Border Control Agreement
*WARNING* There might actually be some useful information contained in this post, somewhere (at last). Right or wrong, who the hell knows.
The Most Beautiful Women In Town
Everywhere you go in the world, there are mopes walking around with beautiful girls and everyone in the place stops what they’re doing and looks and wonders how those girls wound up with those mopes.
For 48 hours, we were those guys.
Boy, Lost 