No pictures, buuuut..

Update time. Internet is too slow to get photos on here. So, Im still alive.. horray!! Once more still kickin the mule of death in the face with my dirty leather hiking boots. Things Ive done recently: Rode from the town of Masaya to Granada, where I stayed in a HOSTEL for 2 nights. It was a nice break.... a break, from, eh, taking a break. Took a boat 4 hours from Granada to the Island of Ometepe, where I stayed on beaches hostels for 1 week.. another break, from breaking. Took a boat 10 hours overnight from Ometepe to San Carlos, and the Costa Rican border.. thats right! Im about 200m from the Costa Rican border! Too bad its in the form of a big murky river. Other things Ive done recently: Noticed that chicks actually do dig guys with scruffy hair, beards, and bikes. Not showered. Not cut my hair in any way, shape, or form. Swam a very long ways, until the nearest shore was moderately hazy.. Swam naked. Met people from pretty much everywhere on the planet. Walked alone down streets of a town Id never been to, pushing my bike and making loud chicken noises. Howled at howler monkeys. Climbed large trees. Climbed a volcano. Again realized that Im riding a very large distance, by myself, and I love every meter of it. More on the volcano that I climbed.. I climbed it on the island, Ometepe. It was absolutly beautiful. There was no ash-filled crater at the top, with hot boiling mud and lava... it was forest. Dense, thick, wet forest. Green, muddy, with trees interwinding, roots you can climb up, fallen trees with other tree splurting out of them.. it was, in fact, very much a BC coastal forest. I loved it so much. How great it felt to be in a forest like that. It was beautiful. Very much BC except for: Volcano, double the humidity, spanish, and ridiculus amounts of tropical wildlife such as leafcutter ants and howler monkeys and parrets and frogs. Anyways, gotta fly. Keep the love juice flowin, just remember to change your pants when you´re done. Tyler

Jeepers.

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This was me, way the hell back on the 12th (or so) of May.

Orlando Zelaya, and wife Yonai Salgado.
I spent 5 days with this couple, and their daughter, Elgin.

The story:
So, as it would be, I was happily riding by on my way to San Rafael del Norte, when I happened upon a large, well-kept outdoor bar and restaraunt. The name of the place was Los Encuentros. After riding the moderately-harrowing 18km from Yali, I felt I was well-deserving a cold beer and some tastey bread (the bread I had with me.) So, I cruised into the place on my bike...

My relationship with these people was a very good one. They not only accepted me into their home, but accepted me into their family aswell.. They provided me with a room and a bed, that was currently not in use, and provided me with food the entire time I was there. I didnt know what to think.. Im still unsure of my feelings towards this. Purely because I feel like Im not appreciateing how generous they were to me. There have been many experiences of this nature, but these were the only people who actually told me to stay. They told me that I should stay because Orlando had friends that I needed to meet, and they had things planned for me to do. I said okay.
At first, I accepted the food they gave me, because I had become somewhat acustomed to people being generous with food. I asked if there was any thing I could do to help, they said no. I asked if there was anything I could buy for them, they answered with a no once again. After the second day, I ended up looking for work to do there.. I swept, I helped them set up and take down the restaraunt, I helped prepare food, I helped was dishes. I didnt ask, I just did. And they didnt stop me.. I felt better about the situation. Modesty is an interesting thing, I felt uneasy when they were giving me these meals of food, and a place to sleep, while asking nothing in return, and not taking advantage of it when I asked to help them. I felt much better once I started atleast partially earning what I was recieveing.

Anyways.. that being said, Orlando is a great man, and his wife is very gracioius. Their daughter is adorable. She helped me with studying spanish.

This is Orlando´s best friend (and family), Señor Giovanny Blandon. I was introduced to him the second day I was there. What an awesome guy. Giovanny is who talked to me most about the war, he was the one who showed me a nice scar from a mortar. Giovanny and Orlando, along with Orlando´s daughter and Giovanny´s son, took me hiking into the mountains. This is where I met the self sufficient families, saw the tucan, and road in the back of a big dumptruck.

Giovanny´s son.

Dumptruck!!
Waterfall!



Elgin.
This tractor is having its water tank filled up by the women-with-buckets technique. The tractor is used to water down the roads, to keep the dust down... I think. Maybe to water crops, I dont know. Didnt ask.

Orlando and Elgin, in San Rafael del Norte, the morning before the hike.
Helz yeah they´re eating tortillas. These parrots were at the nice house I stayed at for 5 days, in San Rafael.

I hate you sun. And I hate you too, road. Ive seen enough of you for today.
Today was another long day, 100 plus kms.


After I left San Rafael, I road, I guess.. 30km? I left really late. That place is so hard to leave, especially with how great the people were.

Things Ive come to realize:
I realize, more now, that this isnt so fun and games kinda trip.. Yesterday, after putting some more serious kilometers under my.. tires, I found my self thinking, "Wow... I wasnt kidding. I actually am going to ride all of Central America." Same sort of epiphany today, even right now... holy crap. Is this my life, where all this crazy shit (sorry parents) is happening? Is this me thats riding a bicycle solo through mulitple countries of a different language, covering eventually a couple thousand kilometres, finding friends and a safe place night after night in towns of people I have absolutly no connection to? I guess so, I find me telling myself, "Who else could it be?"

Right now Im in the city of Masaya, some 12kms from the city of Granada, on Lago de Nicaragua. Supposedly its the centre of all sorts of beautiful Nicaraguan traditional articles and trinkits, which would be cool to see, but I havent yet. Granada, is again the place I would catch a boat from.. but I still havent decided if Im going to ride north to Leon before I go. Ive had serious conflicting feelings.
Leon is the place of Quetzal Trekkers, Nicaraguan chapter. It would be cool to check them out, say hi, apologise that Im doing different things other than volunteering with them. Also, apparently Leon is quite a pretty city, but the surrouding environment is somewhat.. brown and dry.
On the other hand, I could stay in this area where I am now, and catch that boat to San Carlos and Costa Rica next monday.

Upda... bwa??

Taken a couple of days ago.

Taken of a spot where I slept after I entered Nicaragua.. its a fighting-pit for roosters.. it smelled.. odd. Kind of like old blood and dead chicken.

Update time again, althought not complete, because the internet is crazy dodgey.
Im in that same Elementary School, as before. Why? Because, that nice family that I thought was maybe going to offer me dinner offered me a ROOM WITH A BED, food, and a beautiful place to stay in since last friday (I think it was friday.) Yet another place I have to visit on my way back up north.

My brother and sister and a friend named Rob are due to drop in to Costa Rica in 7 weeks. Im very, very exctited. Seven weeks is still a long time.. since Ive only been riding for about 2 1/2. Ive started thinking seriously about my trip continuing north to Canada aswell.. and Ive realized that if I do it, I dont want to do it alone (being solo has its thrills, but I think the 4 months Id need to ride from Guatemala to Vancouver Island would be a lot funner with a friend). Ive started dropping polite hints to my friends, but then again... Im only 2 1/2 weeks into it. True, Im liking it more and more, the longer I do it, but who knows, I have a long time to go.

Yesterday, the family that Im living with took me for a walk.. well, no. A hike. Our destination was a waterfall, way up in the mountains, took us 5 hours to get there, another bunch to get back. On our way up, we stopped and talked with and ate snakc with a bunch of their friends, living in homes only acessible on foot and by horse (and over-powered dirtbike with large knobbed tires and river jumping capabilities, if you had the money). It was really.. moving to meet all thes people, who had so little. There homes were beautiful, and very simple. I was told that money really didnt exsist in that area, people traded with food and other things. I felt myself kind of form this mental shell around myself, as if what I was seeing was just a movie or something. But I forced myself to actually let myself believe what I was seeing.. even the machette, that I bought for CDN$4 in Guatemala, would have been greatfully recieved by some of these families. These families were all so happy, aswell. They recieved us with big smiles and cups of juice and fresh-cows milk and other such things. The people that I was with knew everybody, and explained that when Nicaragua was at war (with its self) they fought side by side with these people in the very hills that they live in now. They showed me how they patrolled the steep mountain roads, talked about events that happened in the area, and showed scars they obtained from different events. They showed me the house where Sadinistas operated out of in San Rafael del Norte (where I am now), and I saw the graffiti that was left over from the war years.

All in all, Im happy its safe here now..

I saw a Tucan yesterday too. Score one more for the Tylerseescoolshit box of tastey treats.

Anyways, Ill get more pictures up here later. Tomorrow, Im heading out of the mountains.. my next plan is to take a 13 hour boat ride across a lake WITH FRESH WATER SHARKS from Granada to San Carlos, and the Costa Rican border.. I figure Ive earned it. That being said, its going to take twice as long as it would on bike, and probably be more taxing, as its likely to be a very basic-needs kind of craft.. go team go :D

Tyler

A more recent set of happenings.

So, Ive realized, that because theres so many things that happen to me, and that after said things Im often only capable of sleeping, that its going to be very difficult to continue narrating my trip with the same level of detail as I have previously included. I will however include little blups of narration, describing different events and happenings that are more noteworthy than others. Not to say that the entire trip hasnt been noteworthy.

Right now, as in.. right... NOW, Im in Nicaragua. Right NOW, Im in an elementary school, using the internet. My bike trip as of late has switched gears, the last couple of days have included some very physically demanding climbing of steep, loose gravel roads. Im up here in the mountains because I decided that I wanted to change from travelling on the large highways, and most of all, I wanted to get out of the DESERT. I want to see other parts of the countries that Im visiting, other than the parts that are easily accesable. Where I slept last night (and the night before), on average theres about 1 foreigner every month or two. And I happened to be one of them. I really doubt there´s very many bicycle tourists that took the same route I did, since the Panamerican parallels this road that Im taking, and is much flatter and paved. On the Panamerican I can easily do 70km in a day, where as after 20km of these mountain roads, Im pooped. Today, I road 18km. And thats all Im riding today. Tomorrow, Im thinking about doing 22km. Thats the distance to the next town. However... from this town on, the road is paved, and flat again.. so, potentially, the 22km will take me only an hour, where the 18km today took me 4. (Thinks back this morning..) wow, that was so brutal. There was points in the climb, where I knew, I KNEW, that I didnt have it in me to keep going. The road was so loose (which is really very difficult to deal with when riding a top heavy loaded-down bicycle), and so steep, and it Just. Didnt. Stop. (The climb was likely around 6 or 7km). But then.. I told myself, if its not in me, its gotta be somewhere, because Im going to keep going. I stopped and smiled when the busses went by.
This, in comparison to the 25km long hill I hit when I was leaving Honduras, was much more difficult, and took me longer.
My trip right now is slower, aswell, because after examining my average speed through contries versus the amount of time I actually have to do so, I have extra time, even with my plans to head to the Panama Canal, and back to Costa Rica before my brother and sister get here. I like it where I am right now, henceforth Im not making motions to leave quickly.

Interesting things that have happened:
Gained slightly more facial hair.
Met some Jehova´s Witnesses, from the states and England, with whom I stayed with that night. That night I ate Kraft Dinner, played Grand Turismo 4 on PS2, and watched some Simpsons episodes on dvd, before falling asleep on a comfy matress. Holy frickin culture shock, that was a change from sleeping in my tent in the desert.
Started to realize just what it means to "Ride a very, very long ways."
Gained a new appreciation for Kraft Singles cheese slices. And shrink-wrapped sandwich meat. And clean laundry. And.. streams without large masses of garbage (thats the norm here in Central America. Man it feels nice to swim.) I also gained appreciation for a nice cold FREE beer after riding a bike for hours in the sun.

And now, a blurb from my story in El Salvador, an experiece which even now has not been matched by other countries:

After leaving Tomas Alfaro Lemos, I again pressed for the border of Honduras. I made it a fair distance, about 70km, and was decending through a valley before I crossed a very large river, that looked just about perfect for camping.
I stopped by a roadside stand, which had several people in it selling pop and various snacks, and asked about the river, if it was safe in the night and so on and so forth. I explained I had a tent, and was thinking of camping there for the night.

This man piped up, and explained that the area I was in was quite safe (go figure, I was 40km from the nearest city), but said that it would probably be safer if I slept at his house, he had room out front for a tent. He said that if I wanted to head down to the river to bathe, he would wait for me and take me to his house. I said that sounded great.
I went down to the river, laid my bike behind some rocks, stripped down, and jumped in. I swam out to the middle, dove down to the bottem, and laid down on my stomach. I was in abouth 5 feet of water, and had the warm river streaming over top of me, while I laid relaxed on the bottem. It was an amazing feeling.
I then headed back, and was led a little ways to his house. It turned out his house was quite small, and quite.. honesty, quite bare and extremly basic. But, it was beautiful, it had a window overlooking the river and some huge trees. He didnt have a yard in any sense, besides the 4 feet of concrete in front of his worn door, but he did have a hammock. He pointed to it and said I could sleep there. Below is a picture of a door to their home, with his wife, my bike, and the hammock I slept in.
Dispite how little money this couple had, they catored after me as if I was a special guest they had been anticipating for a very long time. They fed me delicious meals (which I helped cook on occasion) and really took care of me, all because I was travelling by on my bike. I offered to pay them, they politely turned me down. I oftered to help them in other ways, such as moving wood and cleaning, occasionally they let me. But in all, they said that I was a part of their family.. I was accepted so unquestioningly and graciously. I stayed there for 2 nights. That was also the place I saw the scorpion.

This is a picture of the last breakfast they made me. Those fish made me laugh, they just fried them whole. I ate them whole. Mmm.. food...

So, Im heading off now, to find some food, although Ill likey be given a dinner of some sort at the place where Im staying tonight, it seems to be the trend. I met a wonderful family that owns a bar, I drank a beer there after riding today, and they said I could definately spend the night outside in my tent.

Considering all of this, my trip, the people Im meeting and the experiences Im having, one thing that Im afraid of loosing is my appreiciation for what Im being given. I dont think it will happen, I hope it wont. Its so overwhelming, how generous people the people are that Ive met. ç

Anyways, a blurb from my head.

Tyler

Huge crazy screaming balls of..

Bread. Mixed.. with plastic bag, and some mango. And another ball of plastic-bag-and-honey. That was my lunch a while ago. Thats a sign with a rattlesnake, with my bike, taken earlier today, a ways after reaching the border of Honduras and Nicaragua. Continuing on.. So, I woke up, and left the guard shack after thanking them. They said I could have stayed another night, if I wanted. I ate a breakfast of Papusas, these chees/beans,chees/otherstuff filled tortilla kind of things, 4 for US$1. Very awesome breakfast. I briefly considered the option of living and working in that place.. there were these beautiful feilds of crops, and these amazingly friendly people living there. It was a very good feeling atmosphere. I believe I could have offered to work for free, in return for a place to sleep, possibly some food.. it would have been amazing. But, I wanted to travel. And travel I did. I didnt ride too far that day, managed to get off the highway and bike around some nicer neighborhoods. I came across an internet cafe, and lo and behold three hours of sitting behind a computer came and went. Wow... thats the biggest cockroach Ive ever seen (moves his bag as to not to tempt it, and watches it scurry under the computer desk). Anyways, I left the internet cafe, and after noticing that it was getting late 5pm, I started a hunt for a place to sleep. I asked a police station if I could sleep inside, they said no. But, they said I could keep riding, as the road I was on and the place I was in was quite safe... safe, strange word for nighttime in Central America. But, I continued on.. after asking some more people from the area, and again being told that I definately was not in harms way, I finally started to believe that I was in a decent place after all. And then... A car pulled over. And some men got out, they had machetes. They looked at me. I looked at them. I offered them some mangos, they ate them, and then left. And then.. I.. continued on riding, looking for a place to sleep. And I came across a group of nice people sitting outside of a house with a large area in front (fit for tenting) and asked if I could have a sleep there. They said they knew of a better place, and sent a little girl along with me to show me where. I offered her some bread.. she ate it. We rounded a corner in the road, and then entered a fence. And so it would happen that I came across the house of Tomas Alfaro Lemos. After questioning me with intimidating but amusing questions for half an hour, and me doing my best to provide decent answers, Tomas Alfaro Lemos laughed hard at my question of a possible sleeping at his house, once more. But this time, the grand Tomas opened the door to his house, pointed to a hammock, and smiled. I laughed sheepishly, and took of my helmet. I wiped the rest of the breadcrumbs off of my face, and began to derobe my bike of its grand rop-es. He brought forward from behind his back, a grand golden mango, a true jesture of heart. I ate it greedily, smileing through the juice. We walked around back of his house, him, a bold man with a bold gaut, and me, a face full of mango strait from a fruit-based porno flick. I glanced up at the grand fruit trees that populated his back yard space. Hundreds of Mangos, Oranges, and these new fruit, Meloncoton (thats what the spanish people call them). He grabbed a large bamboo pole, and after my approval, began to pummel the branches of the trees around us. Mango, orange, and meloncoton came hurtling down, I ducked for cover. He gathered some of the various fruit in a large plastic bag, and handed it to me (that fruit lasted almost a week).

Above, Tomas and his wife, of La Fuente, Tonacatapeque, El Salvador. Notice the heavily-laden bike in the aftground, with the large bag of fruit. This couple also gave me a large dinner, and a large breakfast, swore me into their family as a new family member, and demanded that I return ;).

Putting a hold on the story for now.

So, I need to get an update out, so many things are happening and its hard to keep it up to date, even in my journal. This trip has been such a wicked time.

A recap of whats happened:
Thursday, May 27th
Left Itzapa. Road through some beautiful areas, did about 70km. Beautiful areas included a 15km climb in the pooring rain while overlooking an awesome lake.. a feild of coffee plants, where I stopped for a snack and a break, with some very intesely noisy insects. That were big. And flying around me. Kinda scary. That night was the first night I actually camped, found a beautiful spot on the side of the highway above the road, surrounded in FIREFLIES.. didnt see anyone else the entire night.

Friday
Road over 100km to the El Salvador border.. wow, that killed me. So brutal, so hot, so many hours of riding (I cant remember how many but it was a lot. Left early in the morning and the sun was going down when I got there.. took a couple of short breaks in the day.) It was all on the PanAmerican highway too.. which, as it would turn out, is a very nice highway to bike on. Often the paved shoulder for cyclists is as wide as one of the actual car lanes.
In the afternoon, I noticed that my rear tire was starting to riiipp.. shit! Not good when you have many many kilometers to go, and A LOT of weight on the back of the bike. But, one of the coolest things about Guatemala is that because so many people are forced to commute on bicycle, there are more bike shops than there are gas stations. Even on a highway in the middle of nowhere, I got a replacement tire for CDN$6 in abnout 2 minutes from noticing the rip. I didnt change the tire, however, it was still ridable.
That night, I actually slept between the border for Guatemala and El Salvador. It confused the border people the next morning, when I had stamps from the day before. I paid three fifty US that night to stay in a small room in someones building.. it looked like a hotel that had stopped being used as a hotel.

Saturday
Pedaled very, very slowly into El Salvador. About an hour into the ride, I stopped and asked a woman for some clarification on the roads I was meaning to take. She gave me the directions I needed, and than asked if Id like some water. I said yes. As we walked to her house near by, I was offered fruit. And then bread with a yogurt filling. These things were brought out to me by her son. I ate all very happily.. as I hadnt found breakfast yet that morning..
I was then offered a shower. being on my third day of crazy sweating while riding for hours in the sun, I definately said yes. They helped me bring my very heavy bike inside and gave me a towel. I showered.. wow, it felt really weird, and awesome to be clean. I even wrinsed out some of my clothing.
Sidenote: The showers here in El Salvador are mostly of the pila kind. A pila (pronounced Peila) is a large concrete sink (probably 200L cap.) that is filled up with water, and then used for bathing, washing clothes, washing dishes, and in some cases, storing live fish... so, I showered by using a pail and a bar of soap. Rinse, scrub, rinse some more.
After I showered, she offered to wash some of my clothes. I couldnt bare to do that, they stunk so bad.. (maybe thats why she offered) so I said no. Her son tried to track down a map of El Salvador for me by calling one of his friends, but it didnt work out. As I was leaving, she gave me a big bag of mangos for later on in the day (they lasted me 3 days) and frickin US$5 which lasted me 2 days.
Unfortunately I didnt get her name, I should have. Ill be going back to visit her on my way back through El Salvador (I have to go back through. I was made to promise, by numerous people.)

So, later that day, after buying an El Salvador tourist map (which really, really sucked.. or, maybe just El Salvador in general sucks for navigation, if youre not interested in takeing the route everyone else is taking) I stopped for a break in a small town to change over my tire, which was progressivly getting worse. A couple of people off the street (which turned out to be very awesomely bike savvy) helped me out, and the process of stripping down the gear off of my bike, wrestling with my overly large/heavy/burly rear rack, putting my decent front tire on the rear, putting the cheapy tire on the front, and getting it all back together took only half an hour. As I was loading the stuff back on to my bike an elderly woman (whom I guess had overheard the details of my epic adventure as I was talking to the people who were helping me with my bike) came out and asked if I was hungry. I said.. yes! She envited me inside, and her and her husband sat me down at a table where a very very tastey looking beautiful lunch had been laid out for me. I ate until my stomach hurt.. wow.. food was so good. I still cant really believe that two things like that happened in one day. And I wasnt even staying the night! (foreshadowing..)

Her name is Edna Torres, from Turin, Ahuchapan, El Salvador.

I thanked these people so much, what an awesome experience to have while riding by your self for a first time through a foriegn country.

So, that night, I ended up in a little bit more dangerous area of El Salvador (lets not forget that this is a very violent country, as far as gang warefare goes) so I was forced to sleep in.. a dance club. And, as I wrote in my journal later that night, what can you do when youre exausted, sweaty, smelly, and needing terribly to rest? DANCE! I slept about 2 hours that night, I was up very late helping the guys there set up and take down sound equipment, flirting with strange girls, and crazy dancing to disco music with a good friend I made.

Sunday
Woke up, crazy groggy, stumbled around physical exertion and lack of sleep, and slowly packed my stuff. Due to me sleeping there and all the employees going home I had to drag all my gear and my bike over a 6 foot concrete wall.
Started riding, in search of breakfast. Started feeling better, fresh air an exercise work wonders. Met up with a random sandex-bearing overweight roadbiker dude (theres a lot of them here. In Guatemala too.)

Sat down outside of a gas station for an hour, and ate some pizza.. it was there where I made the decision to continue on riding, and not go back and persue the job offer that I had in Antigua. I could have road back the way I came, and caught a bus from Santa Ana, El Salvador, to home, and made it to work on that monday morning, which I probably needed to do if I wanted that job because getting ahold of them by phone and email was not working. After I left that gas station, I felt so, crazily happy.

That night, I found a guard shack that was watching over a horse ranch.. or rather, they found me. I was wandering around with my bike looking for a quiet place to camp when I guy wandered up to me, with a shotgun in hand. He asked me what I was up to, I told him I was looking for a place to sleep.. he offered me a bunk in his cabin with him and his son.
I said.. sure!! It was awesome, apart from the bugs in my bed that were biting me all night. There was also one of the most violent storms Ive ever witnessed that night.. lasted all nite. I was happy to be inside.

My times running out for today, but theres 2 important things were said to me before I left on this trip, and I wanna repeat them:
Never give up and stop, and
Never refuse help that is being given to you along the way.

I have refused help, someone offered me a ride in a car. And there was the clothes washing thing. But this trip has been so challenging and difficult at times, from all the heat and bugs and things..

El Salvador has proven to be one of my favorite countries. Ive had continuous amazing experiences with people being incredibly generous and welcoming, wherever Ive gone. Sure, the cities are dangerous, but the countryside is not, people welcome you with open arms. Ive stayed away from the cities, and so far the most dangerous situation Ive been in is when a BIG SCORPION.. yes, SCORPION, 6-8" long.. cruised out from underneith a set of drawers I was sitting near, and started walking towards me. I stopped what I was doing, my mouth dropped open, and I just stared.. as it cruised along, the elderly man I was staying with yelled at me saying it was dangerous and pushed me out of the way, and gave it a thunderous stomp. His wife was laughing at me, because of how much in awe I was of it.. It wasnt moving fast or anything, he was just cruizing along doing his cool scorpion thing when a large rubber boot removed his internal organs.

Anyways, right now Im about 25km from the Honduras border, and probably 150km from the Nicaraguan border (!!!) . So Imma bust out. Love you guys, until next time.

Tyler

Who needs a job, anyway?

So, I made a series of decisions in life, within the past few days.

And none of them involved work.. well, thats not true. I made the decision not to work. Except the kind of work that involes pedalling.

Last thursday, I left at 10am, on bike, with everything that I brought down to Central America. Ive done about 300km so far, Im about half way though El Salvador.. its been an awesome trip.

Ive had several experiences of people calling me into their houses off of the street, providing me with food, often showers.. and in one occasion.. money! It was $5US, but that bought my food for 2 days down here.

Ive also been sleeping for free, as Ive found many safe places and homes to sleep with the tent that I bought.

My life has definately taken a big sharp turn - and I love every second of it.
My desination has changed from Nicaragua to Panama, I want to do the whole frickin thing.

Anyways. My hearts still beating, and Im happy as ever.

Love,
Ty