My Run-In With A Notorious Mexican Drug Cartel
My Craziest Travel Story Somewhere In Mexico… This is the story of how I accidentally wandered into an extremely remote Mexican village that was openly controlled by a ruthless drug cartel — and what happened next. The other week I was taking an Uber from the airport, chatting with the driver about traveling and working around the world as a nomad. After asking the standard question everyone asks “what’s your favorite country” , he wanted to know if I’ve ever felt in any danger while traveling. Sure, I’ve been scared before. When I crossed the border into Afghanistan by myself on foot. Balancing on rusty beams 300 feet over a canyon in Spain. Attempting to wade across a crocodile-infested river in Costa Rica. Scuba diving without a cage in Fiji face-to-face with bull sharks. Spending the night on an erupting volcano in Guatemala. Illegally hopping a freight train while hitchhiking across America. Yes, looking back, I’ve done some stupid ...