Status Updates From Worst Journeys : The Picado...

It was as if I had burst through the bottom of my plans and was falling through darkness. I would continue to fall: there was absolutely nothing to do until dawn. My feet hurt; I was tired, dirty, sweating; I had not eaten all day..... Costa Rica had seemed to promise better than this dark end.

You define your own horror journey, according to your taste. My definition of what makes a journey wholly or partially horrible is boredom.

The intro is very English 301 essay and I am not sure I’ll be able to handle the white man-ness of it all.