Finnish Line

Geesh. Yesterday was insane. Adrian, you have to promise not to tell mom what you are about to read... Property crime is pretty rampant here. In the few weeks ive been here, my friends have been robbed at knife point, a guy was pistol whipped, and a girl had her bag stolen from the beach. Luckily, the guy who stole the bag from the beach (who coincidentally robbed my friends) was caught by Rockin J, the sleezy owner of the hostel im currently at. , We watched as the robber was hand cuffed to a palm tree, kicked in the head twice, had ants put on him, tasered in the leg and balls, and punched repeatedly in the face. Then the cops came, took him away and say he will probably spend 5 years in prison. After that excitement, Jyri's brother showed up and introduced me to the Finnish Line. You crush a cheeto up and snort it. You then immediately snort a shot of beer (same nostril) and take a shot of guaro, the local sugar cane alcohol. In the morning, you know there is an explanation for the cheeto taste in your mouth and strangely orange boogers, but it takes a second for it to all come back. And so far it has been just in bits and pieces.