I think that you last joined us in the Lonely Planet’s Honduran darling, the city of Tela. Despite the allure of the Tela’s monkey-less lagoons and anaemic nightlight, Jozza and I decided head back...
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Last time, our two heroes. Alone, in the wilds of central Honduras, were faced with a life or death decision… stay on beer or switch to rum and coke.
What would they do? Who would they turn to? And so the adventure continues
Oh, how I was mistaken, as far as I can tell there is no international business in Central America, Liberace was gay and I still struggle saying ‘gracis’ and ‘por favor’.
After our time in Oceanside Jozza and I arrived in Tijuana full of hope, of better times to come. Armed with Joel’s 1973 Mexican Lonely Planet and all the Spanish that you can pick up from a Speedy Gonzalez cartoon, we headed south.
Beers, biffo, walkabout and a free taxi ride with one of Oceanside’s finest.
An adventure in the city that never sleeps. The frivolous in pursuit of a quick buck and a tuberculosis ridden hobo search of some companionship.
Dabbling in some quintessential American college pursuits, buying beer for underage kids, playing beer pong at a frat party and listening to the Boss on the way to Atlantic City.
Traveling from Canada to the US of A. A bold move some may say – going from America Jnr. to America senior – but I was undaunted.
Despite my obvious physical disabilities as well as my genetic disposition toward alcohol I have managed to achieve something worthwhile in my life, as I am now a World Champion.