The white SUV with impenetrable, black windows screeches up in front of us for the second time in under three minutes. Our getaway car. The driver had instructed us to start walking south, down the cracked, sunbleached strip of pavement that leads toward Panama. He said he would slow down so we could jump in … Continue reading Karaoke, Candy and El Bandito Mustachio (Part One)
Imagine this, you and your roommate have to move in a couple of days, and you've been searching for a house for the last few weeks. You live in a place where the standard of living is not nearly the same as where you're from, so everything you find is, well, a bit gross. Bare … Continue reading The Story of The Eh Hole.