The Central America Explorer’s Club

By virtue of our driving through Central America, we find we have qualified for the Central America Explorer’s Club. Mind you, anyone who is gutsy, nuts and ornery enough to qualify wouldn’t join such a club, there is actually no Club. But the community of such misfits is small and somehow we find each other. The Landcruiser, clearly outfitted for a journey and showing muddy racing stripes and the two of us with dusty visages, attracts the Club’s other prospects. The people who respond with the goggle-eyed “you DROVE here?” are never members of the club.