Oh Playa Peru, how are you?

Today’s adventure was a continuation of our Ometepe island expedition. Except instead of light and airy butterflies, today’s adventure involved cows so fat they could feed all of Timbuktu.

I never thought I’d see butter fly until today. Alright, I’m just going to shut up.

I’m not going to lie to you guys, I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. If you mention an obscure disease, I’ll probably self-diagnose myself within the next week

There’s a certain point of steepness where I know the van is going to roll over. And it seems like everyday we’re in Central America we push that limit a little bit more.

I’m just going to cut right to the chase, because nothing happened on this shoot. It was one of the most boring adventures I’ve ever had. Either that or too much crazy shit has been happening lately.

This shoot was all about paying my respects to the Abstraction Gods. Sometimes a solid photo requires a sacrifice, and during today’s session, three offering were made. Or should I say forcibly taken? I’m not sure on the semantics.

I’d say this adventure was the perfect sequel to my pit of hell escapade out in Guatemala. Except today’s hole was Bigger, Badder, and Full of Molten Lava™. Brought to you in part by Lava Boi, Inc.

Today we went to the Cathedral Basilica of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Nicaragua. Whoever named that place is clearly on something.

Crossing the borders in Central America isn’t exactly a cake walk. Today’s adventure involved scams, deception, and an obsessive amount of hummus.

Today I discovered the cheap thrill of being a pirate- and it all started in a flooded volcano. If you have any sort of imagination, you might imagine me navigating the treacherous sulfur waters of Laguna de Alegria in a rotting sailboat, raiding priceless treasure. And in a way, you’d be right.

Today we went into the heart of the beast- San Salvador, the capital of El Salvador. Not exactly a “tourist destination.”

Today’s adventure was a fight against the sun. A fantastic, intergalactic battle of flarey proportions.

Since I broke my foot, Haley and I had to come to an agreement. It wasn’t pretty, but our contract is settled and now we’re living it.

Every once in awhile we push our van a little more than we should. Today was an example of such instances.

Today’s adventure literally involved bird shit. A lot of it.

Alright folks, we're back at it again. I got confirmation about what’s officially wrong with my foot. For you, it’s been a day or two. For me, it’s been a WHOLE WEEK and a lot of shit has gone down.

Today it all came crashing down on me. It finally hit me that my messed up foot wasn’t a simple injury that was going to just disappear. I was in it for the long haul.

We arrived at the Airbnb today, barely. And when I mean barely I mean our van bottomed out on the hill up, sticking out in the middle of the road.

The temptation of the remote hot springs lured me in like a siren in the rocks of Scylla. It’s eerie calmness, still seduction, and enveloping fog were too much to bear.

Truth be told, in the past couple weeks I completely forgot I’d broken my toe. Besides the occasional tingle in the cold, I thought it’d fixed itself. Yeah, no.