A lot has happened since you and I last spoke. I still have all four limbs intact and I hope the same can be said for you. I’ve crossed six borders in a from-hell 24-hour bus ride, 800k with a Brit who owned a Bug and then finally a lovely ferry that brought me into the great unknowns of South America.
At the previous dispatch I was straight-chilling at the lovely Lake Atitlan in Guatemala and had just engaged in what would be a one of the best Couchsurfing probably anyone ever has gotten in on. Looking back, sifting through the fog those memories live in, maybe a whole year has slipped past! Closer to reality, I would say about 5 weeks. If I was a little more organized (which will be my epitaph when I pass no doubt) and got these out in a timely manner, this could just read in regular chronological order. I’m not, duh, so we’re going to move from the now, BACK TO THE FUTURE!!! (sorry…) Anyway, now take me by the hand…
