Go to North America.

Dago decided to visit the places he knew best, which was mostly in the United States and Mexico. He was born in Arizona, but hated it there. He went to medical school in New York, but found it noisy and crowded. He grew up in Cuautitlan, Mexico. He preferred it there more than anywhere else. He wasn’t sure where this portal would go, but he checked the time and saw it was dark enough not to worry.

He stepped through the portal and arrived in front of a large airport. He glanced at the signs and saw that he was in New York. Of course, he thought, the busiest fucking place he could have been. He had been a surgeon for awhile, so money wasn’t really a worry for him. He could take a plane to Mexico if he really wanted, but New York really wasn’t so bad.