and now i'm in honduras
Posted 12-15-2008 at 09:52 AM by skizziks
so i returned to antigua yesterday, it felt odd. i was walking down the street, some guatemalan guy touched my shoulder and whistled, i turned around and it was some dude who knew me from the bar, just saying hello as we passed each other. damn, i'm almost local.
so i went to the bar to see TOPS, he was happy to see me. he apologized about 50 times, thought i left because of him or something he did. i really didnt. when it came down to it, i left because i needed to move, needed to travel and see shit. so i spent one last night at the bar, chris was there, he was cooking, i made some pineapple salsa for the chicken he was frying, we ate and drank and it felt great, it had that electric feel to it.
TOPS pulled out his highschool yearbook, from CONNECTICUT. motherfucker actually went to some private school in connecticut, and his name really actually is Tops. he looked like Fez from That 70's Show. turns out he wasnt lying about things. He was sad to see me go but understood, said i always have a home there, and he gave me a going away present. A zippo lighter and a can of lighter fluid. how cool is that? yeah, i'm a bit sad to go and i do kinda miss it. there still wasnt any customers.
so at my hostel, in my room was a chick from honduras. at the bar there was a guy from nicaragua, a political refugee who was really interesting and smart, but had a crazy sort of look in his eyes. i took this as a sign, that i need to move and i'm doing the right thing.
the chick from honduras was hilarious, cute, constantly telling me im cute and touching me and kissing me on the cheek. turns out she is a hardcore christian, who wants to be a preacher and start her own church to help the world, and LOVES god and life. so a blowjob was definately out of the questoin. i remain unlaid.
woke up at stupid:30 am, got on the shuttle bus, stopped at customs, breezed right through, they didnt want to see my damn tourist card that i made sure i didnt lose, i paid cash to leave, cash to enter honduras, and here i am in Copan, Honduras. i will NOT go to see the ruins.
i do, however, have to eat and take a shower. i dont know how long i'll stay in this tiny little town. nothing to do, but i want to kind of make some sort of half assed plan. i will head north and east, that is all i know.
time to walk around and see shit.
so i went to the bar to see TOPS, he was happy to see me. he apologized about 50 times, thought i left because of him or something he did. i really didnt. when it came down to it, i left because i needed to move, needed to travel and see shit. so i spent one last night at the bar, chris was there, he was cooking, i made some pineapple salsa for the chicken he was frying, we ate and drank and it felt great, it had that electric feel to it.
TOPS pulled out his highschool yearbook, from CONNECTICUT. motherfucker actually went to some private school in connecticut, and his name really actually is Tops. he looked like Fez from That 70's Show. turns out he wasnt lying about things. He was sad to see me go but understood, said i always have a home there, and he gave me a going away present. A zippo lighter and a can of lighter fluid. how cool is that? yeah, i'm a bit sad to go and i do kinda miss it. there still wasnt any customers.
so at my hostel, in my room was a chick from honduras. at the bar there was a guy from nicaragua, a political refugee who was really interesting and smart, but had a crazy sort of look in his eyes. i took this as a sign, that i need to move and i'm doing the right thing.
the chick from honduras was hilarious, cute, constantly telling me im cute and touching me and kissing me on the cheek. turns out she is a hardcore christian, who wants to be a preacher and start her own church to help the world, and LOVES god and life. so a blowjob was definately out of the questoin. i remain unlaid.
woke up at stupid:30 am, got on the shuttle bus, stopped at customs, breezed right through, they didnt want to see my damn tourist card that i made sure i didnt lose, i paid cash to leave, cash to enter honduras, and here i am in Copan, Honduras. i will NOT go to see the ruins.
i do, however, have to eat and take a shower. i dont know how long i'll stay in this tiny little town. nothing to do, but i want to kind of make some sort of half assed plan. i will head north and east, that is all i know.
time to walk around and see shit.
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Posted 12-15-2008 at 10:02 AM by Halx
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Posted 12-15-2008 at 11:17 AM by fresnelly
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Posted 12-15-2008 at 01:10 PM by dlish
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Posted 12-15-2008 at 02:21 PM by Jozrael
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Posted 12-16-2008 at 05:38 AM by little_tippler
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halx - yeah, i probably should have tried
fresnelly - you are welcome, rock on
dlish - the italian has, i found out, hooked up with someone taller and darker, i wasnt her type i guess. dry spell, yes, that is what i'll call it...
Joz- you didnt miss anything. honduras is south and east, on the way to south america
little tippler - i might check it out, thanksPosted 12-16-2008 at 10:05 AM by skizziks
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You should have asked her if she believed in the laying on of hands or speaking in tongues, or if god could turn flesh into a pillar.Quote:the chick from honduras was hilarious, cute, constantly telling me im cute and touching me and kissing me on the cheek. turns out she is a hardcore christian, who wants to be a preacher and start her own church to help the world, and LOVES god and life. so a blowjob was definately out of the questoin. i remain unlaid.
Posted 12-16-2008 at 02:32 PM by mrklixx
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Posted 12-17-2008 at 12:13 PM by skizziks
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