Greetings,

I’m sitting here at my friend’s compound in the heart of Managua, Nicaragua. Today I became a mall rat of sorts searching for cheese in all the wrong places; I saw no fine girls but lots of pretty faces. I’m basically in a low before another high and as always, grinding my gears and spinning my tires in preparation for the races.  If you have ADHD or don’t get the song reference I just wrote to, know this – I had a crazy day that involved dental work, lots of grazing and internet account purchases for get this, $31…

First off, flying to Managua, Nicaragua from Brentwood, California is a bit of a culture shock to say the least. I feel like I’ve been shot out of a clown canon and landed in a bed of roses but surrounding such said bed are thorns, aggressive ones that wish to disembowel you for a buck. I may be a bit dramatic at times but I forgot how different things are down here. Again, I still love it but holy sh!t what a difference from Brentwood.

I’ve got some chores to do before heading to the islands and that was the plan of attack today. It all started with picking up not one but two sim cards for my intensifying internet addiction. You see, the power is still an issue on the island but they got this new cell tower so the speeds should be more reliable. The reason I need two sim cards is one for the phone, one for the computer. Save the computer battery for heavy lifting and the phone for you know, the fun stuff such as liking redundant instagram photos and talking with associates.

Luckily my friend was with me, if not I’d still be there staring at the products with no clue what to do. I also realized I can get both devices running a month for the price I had for one, a win. Let’s get to the dirty dental work, yes? By dirty I’m referring to my teeth and not the office, oh no. I love this little old lady we’ll call “Grandma D”. She does a killer job for roughly $10.5, unreal. I’ve had my teeth cleaned in close to a dozen countries and she does it the best for less than a combo at Harvey’s or some dump up north.

I’ve booked my flights to the Corn Islands for Friday. I tried tomorrow but they won’t do a ticket within 24 hours, so I called them saying this is blasphemy and this lady who spoke perfect English said please hold, started taking my name and we lost the connection. I called back numerous times but to no avail, handed the phone to my friend and they said they are booked until Sunday, huh!? Either way online I snagged a ticket and now… I’d go on but it’s time to go back to what was occurring before I got inspired to write whatever you want to call this and that laying on a mattress staring at a ceiling fan.

Tips hat,