nothing like being at a dusty border town with sticky air and a wacky carnival with neon lights and nothing for miles. gotta love the cross-section of honduras, el salvador and guatemala. peole criss-crossing from all directions and selling shit that should not be sold in public. seriosly. so, the last few days have been a bit challenging. after getting robbed, saying goodbye to an exceptional friend and trying to figure out what the fuck i should do i found myself wandering aimlessly in the wee hours of the morning in antigua, singing with drunks and playing the rock game that all kids play, especially single children, where you just throw rocks at something until you hit it and while the feeling is great, there is no one there to celebrate with; so, one is left with, or i am i should say, great feelings of loneliness that lasts for five seconds and then i pick a new target or start rambling to the closest drunk that too thinks cats are honry fuckers and we become immediate friends in the dimlight of mcdonalds and all its glory. i took an early ass bus after partaking in exceptional elixirs on a rooftop in antigua with four chilean women artists and four quebequois men that could speak some wicked good spanish and had laughs that you wanted to bottle and lick when you summited a volcano...why? simple, after one climbs a volcano, one cannot smile or, especially, laugh. hence, we need to bottle those laughs that makes us smile from our toes and the cells at the tips of our hair. es la verdad, no? ok, early ass bus, border negotiations with money folks and i wish i paid attention to, or attended for that matter, math classes. but, i love hagglin and got hooked-up. copan ruinas, yall should google the land. folks say it was like the paris, or art center of the mayan world and i can verify that my four hours getting lost and having my indiana jones experience while no one was around was epic and i never thought i would be transfixed by sculptures of birds and pumas and the like, but, i was...for sure. also, they have these massive macaws -- read: big ass parrots. they feed them early in the day and i was the first person in the park fording my way through a field of hungry birds eyeing me like i planned to eat them for dinner. hichcock was all up in my mind. copan was dreamy. i split for this town gracias and hung out with this exceptional indigenous woman that made the most amazing, natural food and wove stories of indiegenous myth and present struggle like a prophet and we celebrated life and our mutual passion for platanos. on top of it all, i wandered to hot springs and soaked solo for four hours. epic. climbed a series of barbed wire and danced the tango with a calf until the mom got a little snorty and i cleared a fence for my life. all in all, good day. learning to find houses to stay at, not hostels. very important...for those that are on the road and have yet to embrace the tactic of random room in houses...give it a whirl. went to santa rosa de copan, this hilly colonial town for ash wed and watched ceremonies, ate overpriced foot and met an awesome belgian guy and we got teary-eyed talking about beer and had more bonding at santa rosa de copans cigar factory...a bit of a strange setting. they didnt like my questions about sweatshops, ill just leave it there. then, border town for a great night and very strange eats and conversation. notably, with a guy that works for the government to help eradicate poverty and so that was a few hours of beers and philosophical ramblings and then he just retreated to talk about how white (!) his wife was. very fucking strange and i found the door at that point. carnivals in honduras. wow, what a great experience. highlight, all of the guys that are already packing REAL guns using bebe guns to shoot little soldiers to win their kids some stuffed cartoon characters and then the kid in the bumper cars that was getting throttled by the other cars and crying as every car repeatedly rammed him. no, i repeat, NO, sympathy was flowing in the place. wow. clarity and perspective: okay, so i was robbed, lost some, a lot, of money; BUT, i was not stabbed three times with a grim-reaper like blade in my car. i had this chat with a guy that was in guate and got stabbed three times in the face and arm a few days ago for about 300 bucks. he was in his car, no words were exchanged but the fella lost some serious flesh and will wear a scar like the lion in lion king, scar. for real. my thoughts until honduras and el salvador. got more but shit is more expensive here! ill drop a note later. especially my love for el salvador!