The only “working” treadmill at my gym:
Most of the equipment doesn’t work, and they rarely clean the place. But it’s okay; they compensate by blasting super loud jungle music. When I get back, after the conference, I’m switching gyms.
Need a car wahs? You can probably get a good deal here.
I found Barack Obama wandering the streets here. He’s lost some weight.
I needed my big screen TV fixed (the same one I’m using now for my computer). Victor is from Cuba, and he’s been doing this a long time. He knows his stuff. $36 dollars later, and it was fixed.
The street dogs here are very sweet. I like to give them treats, and they’re grateful. Here are some taking a nap.
There are a few Chinese shops around here, and they sell super cheap knock-off merchandise. I bought these for my daily walks to the beach. Only later did I discover that they’re “original fakes.”
Yes, it’s a third-world country here, but I’ll take this any day over the shithole that the US has become. At least here, if I’m a victim of a crime, I can pay off the police and a lawyer, and there’s a chance that justice can be bought. In the US, you don’t even have that option. So far, though, I feel safer where I am now than in Portland, Oregon.