My family is from Guangzhou. They left during the Cultural Revolution not looking for opportunity, but running for their lives. They landed in Guatemala with no Spanish, no contacts, no money, no plan. They became great chefs, great traders. They built something real from absolute zero in a country that
London is a city you fully enjoy when you're older. It's not about chasing anything. It's about taking your time, and letting the pub culture do what it was designed to do. A friend who lives here, others flying in from Spain, by some
Two hundred and fifty years. Ten generations. One unavoidable question. What have we built? Nueva Guatemala de la Asunción was founded with the promise of sovereignty and self determination. Only 45 years later, independent from Spain. The beginning was supposed to mark maturity. The beginning of responsibility. Two and a
Some very close friends invited me to their wedding in Buenos Aires, which instantly became the perfect excuse to finally visit the city for the first time. I stayed a full week, so wasting days wasn’t an option. Another close friend was also invited and had arrived a month
Guatemala City nightlife is small, layered, and personal. Most people pick a layer and stay there, the bottle service crowd doesn’t wander into 4 a.m. afters, and the techno kids don’t often step into the champagne booths. Some nights call for polished glassware and high heels but
It’s not your job. Not your degree. Not even your city. It’s who you choose to love or if you even choose anyone at all. Let’s get something straight, we’re not just romantic, we’re evolutionary and we’ve been wired for survival. And in the
Most people treat partying like a guilty pleasure. Like something childish, reckless, or disposable. But they forget that leisure is a right, not a luxury. If you work, if you hustle, if you do whatever you do, you deserve to chill however you want. Some rest. Others retreat. But many
Underground takes on music, politics, and culture. Real, raw, and unfiltered.
The dark web is the last real underground. It’s where the digital surface dies and things get quiet too quiet for most. It’s about the deepest layer of the internet, the part built for those who want out. Out of the algorithm. Out of the illusion that this
Graffiti is rebellion. It’s illegal and that’s part of the point. It doesn’t ask to be accepted. It shows up where it’s not supposed to and stays there loud, imperfect, and alive. There’s a fine line between destroying and contributing. Between making noise and saying
Hiking is one of the realest things a person can do. No distractions, no soundtrack, no signal. Just you and the ground, moving upward. After everything we’ve built, cities, cars, supermarkets we somehow left behind the one thing that kept us grounded: walking in nature. Being exposed. Getting tired.
I didn’t go to Mexico City looking for anything. Not a lesson, not a guidebook story, not a transformation. But five days later, I had just experienced something most people will never talk about, and many will never feel. This isn’t a guide. If you’re looking for
We’re not here for fame. We’re not here to be liked. We’re here because something needs to be said. If it resonates, you’re home. If it doesn’t yet, stick around it just might find you.