Kitchen Party

The town was Boquette, Panama. A small farming town known for its coffee. After an excursion to find natural hot springs that led a group of 9 strangers through a marsh, across a bridge and up and down two rocky hills,the day ended here. In the kitchen. Countless bottles of rum. Canadians, Belgians and a Norwegian. You'd think we had known each other for years, but travellers seem to find common ground anyway they can. No pun intended as the abuelo rum knocked us on our asses. No shortage of a good time though.

Poocasso

Honduran art at its finest! I found this in a small street-side shop in a Copan, a town near the frontera of Guatemala. The man depicted is much like any of us. Having a squat and doing some thinking. You have to appreciate universal art.

Central America

Central America. My first real taste of travelling, more specifically backpacking. I will never travel any other way. Panama to Mexico. A trip of a life time and an area of the world that will always have a special place in my heart.

The World

I want to shuck it