Mexico City was too near. The women and food were tremendous, but he tired from looking over his shoulder.
The outrage of Atlanta just wasn’t far enough away.
He wasn’t able to blend into Tegucigalpa. An orange jumpsuit couldn’t have drawn more attention.
The languages of Paramaribo escaped him. English served him little and few cared to discern his public – education – Spanish.
Rio was great, but temptations threatened to recreate certain circumstances. Double the seekers may prevent any hiding.
He decided to pour his remaining funds into leaving the Americas.
Tbilisi was his destination. He sought to be Georgian again.