i have just spent the last 24 hours catching up with the stories of late with one of my best friends.
Lots of tales of kidnappings, drug barons and random assasinations.
He's moaning because he has a shop that sells bullet proof vests, holsters and various boys toys and his best customers keep on getting whacked.
He had one guy bring back a vest the other day and wanted to change the inserts from metal to ceramic. Apparently he was complaining that the metal ones didn't work. 'how do you know?' asked my friend.
Seems they put it on a rival gang member and shot him with a m16.
He died.
They then tried the ceramic inserts with another guy and emptied the magazine on him.
He was still alive.
Then they shot him anyway.
Brutal stuff.
Sometimes being somewhere like this just makes you realise what life is like for other people whilst we all have the luxury of relative safety and a stress free existance.
We are in guatemala city right now but on wednesday we will head into mountains to where i used to live 12 years ago at lake attitlan.
Haven't checked on my house there for 5 years, i think it might be time to sell it....but it does have very fond memories. We'll see.
Going to spend the weekend getting drunk on margaritas at circus bar with old friends.
Might even do a dj set at el chapiteau for old times sake.