“Get your hair cut or you cannot enter our country!” I stood incredulous at the border trying to enter Guatemala with Carlos when the immigration official with a smirk on his face issued me this ultimatum. It was 1975, my Brazilian friend and I had hitch hiked over 2,000 miles through Mexico. We’d been sleeping prettyContinue reading “Hitchhiking through Central America”
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Renegades Escapades 