Nica What?

The other day I attempted to enter a store that was closed. I’m still getting used to the idea of siesta. After I tried to open the locked door, a local Nicaraguan teenager informed me, “Esta cerrado…Gringo!” All his friends started laughing. I then walked up to them and said, “No soy un gringo, soy Cameron!” That made them laugh more.

I spent the rest of the day taking pictures of sorry-looking dogs:


Dog del Dia

Meet Tucho (too-choo), a Nicaraguan heart-throb who's our pick for the Dog del Dia! We just love his 'I’m hungry, blind, and scared' carefree lifestyle – here, he answers our goofy questions!

Age: 63
Sign: Virgo
Birthplace: Somoto, Nicaragua

You may know me because: I smell terrible even when I’m not wet. Oh, and I still have testicles!



My favorite junk food is: Vomit.

When I try to eat healthily, I chow on: Myself.

My childhood celebrity crush was on: Katie Holmes.

Lately I've been surprised by: All the puss that seeps out of my right eye. It’s non-stop.

The cereals in my cupboard are: Cookie Crisp…duh:)

The book I’m reading: In My Own Words by Mother Teresa.

For dinner, I like to make: Easy-Mac. It really is easy!

When friends come over, we: Do the opposite of helping to control the pet population.

My first financial splurge was: A $4,000 Tom Binns vintage crystal "skull" necklace.

Before I die, I want to: Eat your face.

When I fly I have to: …chew gum.

People would be surprised that I: Don’t drink or smoke.


If someone gave me a million bucks tomorrow, I'd: Buy a foot-long meatloaf sub instead of a six-inch and I’d have em toast it.

I’ll never forget the time when: Some dude pet me, or at least his leg brushed-up against me. I had a boner for seven hours.

My biggest weakness is: I'm a perfectionist.

Itchy Beginnings

Last week I was staying in a small Garifuna village on the coast of southern Belize. One night, while drinking rum out of a coconut and watching the sun set on the Caribbean, I was ambushed by a swarm of Belizean sand fleas. I immediately dove into the salty water, but it was too late. My legs and feet are now covered in hundreds of red bumps and blotches. They itch and I look like I'm suffering from some type of jungle fungus. My Garifuna friend, Elvis, assures me that everything gonna be aarait.

Two days ago, I was riding in an old school bus across the Belize border to Guatemala, and an old Guatemalan rancher sitting next to me looked at my legs and suggested, in Spanish, that I pee on myself. It took me a few repete por favors to understand what he was saying. He assured me the urine would stop the itching and get rid of the bumps.

So that night I checked into a sketchy room in an even sketchier Guatemalan town, took off my clothes, and pissed on myself in a cramped shower with a slow drain. I think it made it worse. It may be time to dig through my medicine bag (props to Sister MaeJoy B. WithU).

If you asked me six months ago what I’d be doing right now, I would've said I'd be using my degree to teach poor black students in the Mississippi Delta. I don't have a clear reason why that didn't happen. I'm sure the idea of establishing a hippy commune with my brothers had something to do with it.

Right now my only plan is to keep going south towards Panama. I started in southern Mexico and have made it through Belize and Guatemala. Currently, I'm traveling along the northern Coast of Honduras. As I go further south the food taste fresher, things are cheaper, and the women are more beautiful.

I'm traveling solo, but I´m definitely not alone. Everyday is an opportunity to share a round of beers with the locals and befriend dorky Europeans. Yet, nothing can replace deeply-rooted friends and family. I’m not quite sure where this adventure will take my brothers and me, but I´m loving the uncertainty and will keep y’all posted.