Always to the south.
It's midnight in George Bush Intercontinental Airport. Sam just returned from his fruitless search for food and has settled to watching YouTube lambastings of Dragon's Lair. Eight more hours until we board Continental Flight #1024 destined for la Ciudad de México.
We've slipped in to the dark night of the soul.
The plan is to overland southbound until the Darién Gap, learn Spanish, and- finally- cross into South America.
I'm giving up the Internet. So, don't waste any time sending me your address for a postcard!
I'll finish the travel blog. Later. From my journals.