yeah, i overreacted, got carried away, and the funny thing is, i actually dont care about the issue at all, i just wanted to argue a contrarian point and take the side that no one wanted. if the chick threw acid in the guys face, she would still be blind and probably still be unhappy and it wouldnt solve anything. throwing acid in a face, for whatever reason, is of course brutal and inhumane.

so i apologize for insulting roachboy and mixedmedia.

since im in permenent travel mode, i have to rely on cyber cafes for internet. i have to spend money and time, and i dont always have access. right now, i am battling a keyboard that doesnt quite work. it has taken me 34 minutes to write two short emails.

i came to TFP because it seemed like a cool place to share thoughts and opinions. turns out i was wrong.

i used to respect and admire Roachboy, i thought he was pretty cool. now i just think he is a concieted closed minded elitist asshole who thinks he has it all figured out and has all the answers and is the only one who knows anything. look at all his posts. he is ALWAYS right. must be so frustrating to know everything.

then there is mixed media, who attacked me personally, at least thatt is how i took it, thinking i am ignorant enoouh to not realize what was going on where i physically was, while living vicariously through links on the internet.

my opinions and...

had a good day yesterday, met some really cool folks. mark, from england, really really nice guy, also a big mountainbiker, we had lots in commong and got on well. martin, from switzerland, cool kid, pretty funny. and jussi and milka, two crazy finnish folks who knew me from oaxaca, mexico. they like death metal, they drink and smoke like crazy, they are hilarious. yeah, this is why i travel. i also ran into beethoven vargas, who was my roomate at the hostel in zacatecas, mexico. he is an artisan, street vendor, and i saw him selling his shit on the street here. small community, always running into the same folks.

copan is a small colonial type town, small central park, stores, bars, a few expats, nothing much. its kinda laid back, not too many tourists, not overflowing, but a steady trickle of them coming and going. the ruins are the big deal, the main attraction, and the access to the guatemalan border. on my trip so far, i have met MANY people who firmly...

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...

last night was the crossdressing barbque party at the hostel. guys dressed up like girls, we ate a fantastic meal, there was live music, tequila shots, the view of the lake was enhanced by the light of the full moon, everyone was feeling good. i realized i just dont belong there in that type of scene.

so this morning, even though i had signed up for a week of spanish lessons, i got up, got a shuttle out, and here i am back in antigua for one night. the bus picks me up at 4 am and takes me into honduras. see, the universe was expecting me to be in santa cruz for another week, but at the last second,without warning, i left, mixed it all up. a life of randomness and capricious behavior has gotten me this far and seems to work, so there is that.

the folks at the hostel in santa cruz were sad to see me go. i cancelled my spanish class and the week long stay. they were cool, they liked me, i just wasnt comfortable. not that i mind wearing a dress, they...