yeah yeah. siguatepeque, honduras is my home. it's a little under 3 hours drive from tegucigalpa and san pedro sula honduras, it's 3 hours more north to the frontera with guatemala and the same to the border with nicaragua. puerto cortes honduras is the main port for the entirety of this region of the world, which means it's enormous, busy, and prone to lapses in security checks in / out, prone to customs officials being easily bribed, and totally anonymous when it comes to gringos (white north americans) shipping / receiving cargo.
it's relatively safe considering honduras has the #1 murder rate worldwide per capita (only 2% of murders get solved, less than 1% of the murderers are caught and brought to justice). it's non-tourist oriented. it sits between 1000 and 1500 feet above sea level which means the weather sits around 22c and 26c year round. housing and all other necessities for living are uber cheap, especially compared to equivalent accommodations in the states. long range travel is amazingly cheap, easy, and consistent. the people are (for the most part) very honest.
i have the advantage of my street smarts that enables me to pick out the assholes within 30 seconds of the first handshake. i carry myself like a man who is confident in his abilities to break necks and crack skulls with ease so no one fucks with me, mostly. i have people i know who trust my word absolutely in 6 countries, so everywhere i go i'm protected.
women come really easy compared to the female population in the states (that's a man thing). food is mostly organic and fresh and lean (a health nut's dream!). the rum these fucking hispanics make is amazing.
oh fuck, i forgot to mention... if you have the drive and ambition and willingness to give up a few creature comforts while putting yourself in a dangerous position in a dangerous place surrounded by very dangerous people, you can make amazing money. all hail the internet (the entire knowledge base for all humanity).
end point: grow a pair, get a passport (yes felons, you can get passports, i know, i have two), save a couple hundred bucks and live fucking life. i can honestly say my experiences traveling abroad have opened my eyes to the true state of the world. my first experience with culture shock was the rather insignificant move from kissimmee fl, where i grew up, to tallahassee fl, where i became an asshole for the next 9 years. that was nothing.
landing on another planet means going somewhere you know absolutely nothing about. period. dropping yourself, alone, into an entirely different culture is nothing short of a fucking punch in the gut. when i say dropping yourself into another culture, i mean long term. not taking some fucking cruise that has planned out itineraries.
being me, i've never traveled with another person. i'm a very social loner. i'm the motherfucking king at finding and negotiating the best deals for hotels. i can pack my shit and be ready to leave in under 10 minutes. i have a talent for sniffing out the best food for the cheapest price within a couple blocks of my place. everyone i meet is my friend. however, i'm the most offensive fucking asshole that gives not one fuck you'll ever meet.
i hope at least one of you guys reads this whole rambling piece of bullshit i couldn't help but bloviate about. if you did, you are now informed that 99.9% of it all was horseshit and i'm just drunk and stoned and rambling like an idiot on facebook because i can and i don't give a fuck. tongue emoticon