This is what I tell myself over and over, to mentally cope with the craptastic reality of Puerto Barrios, Guatemala. You can google that yourself, as the white hot sun and nuclear grade heat have completely sapped any motivation I had today.
Anyway like I said: I’m enjoying an exotic tropical vacation- just look at all the palm trees and black folks on scooters- seriously I’m pretending I’m in Jamaica. And everyone around me is definitely stoned out of their minds- the absence of logic, rational behavior or sense of time is like Northern California without the expensive education and homeopathy.
I’ve been meaning to write a super rah-rah post on the top 10 things I love about Guatemala (seriously, no sarcasm). But dude, two days in this microwave has made me a hater. I can see why Kara’s family got the hell out when they could.
I now leave you will this giant blown-up photo of a young man grabbing his nuts, which is hanging directly above my table in this shitty Pollo Compero (KFC) I’ve taken refuge in. I’m getting the munchies just looking at it…
Comparing Pollo Campero to KFC is an outrage!
Sir, I challenge you to pistols at dawn. Although if it’s in Puerto Barrios they’ll have melted by then.
Ha ha- thanks Nic!