I just spent eight weeks traveling all over Central America. My plan was simple. No plan. Back when I was 18, and fearless, I backpacked my way through Central America with my best friend Linda. We were just a couple of inebriated surfer girls living off the kindness of strangers with no inhibitions, no limits, no pesos. I look back at that experience fondly, but also as stupid reckless. If nothing less, it was the perfect set up for one of those cheesy slasher movies. As we hitchhiked our way south from beach to beach, I hardly saw any of Central America. To be fair we were all about thrills, boys, and parties - not culture or history. The trip ended abruptly in Panama City when all my belongings were stolen including the photographic evidence I
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