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Road Report Archives
Belize, come home for Christmas
My first international stop was the tiny Central American country of Belize
and I happened to arrive on Christmas Eve. Like the rest of the region,
Belize is primarily Roman Catholic and my cab driver assured me they take
Christmas very seriously here. I always thought Los Angeles was a very
non-Christmassy place to be during the holidays, but compared to Belize,
Los Angeles feels like Bethlehem. Aside from a few strings of colored
lights here and there, I saw almost no signs of Christmas on the island
of Caye Caulker. Strangely enough, there seems to be a strong association
between the Yule spirit and explosives here because the children were
setting off firecrackers everywhere all day.
I only spent a day and a half on the island, but it was so action packed
that it felt like 1.6 days. Early in the morning I wanted to rent a bike
so I found a woman who rents them along with golf carts and a few other
things. She said it was $2 per hour or $7.50 for the whole day. I asked
if I had to leave a deposit or credit card and she seemed puzzled, then
said I only had to pay first, then please return the bike when I was done.
Fair enough. The bike was well built for a large child or small adult,
but I managed anyway and had traversed every road in town a couple times
within the first hour, but I just kept cruising to make sure I got my
four dollars worth.
The highlight of the day was certainly my first-ever snorkeling expedition.
I booked a 3-hour afternoon trip from one of the dozen or so shacks along
the main strip offering them. Aside from simply doing nothing at all,
snorkeling and scuba diving seem to be the primary reasons for going to
Caye Caulker. The cost of the activity was only $27.50 U.S. including
equipment rental and even fresh fruit to snack on.
Six other Americans and I were boated out about a mile to the barrier
reef and during the first hour our guide pointed out nearly as many exotic
fish as my friends have in their family room fish tank (it is a hell of
a tank though, so don’t think I wasn’t equally impressed with
the real thing!). This part was actually a bit tedious though, as it consisted
mainly of the local guide diving down in front of us then pointing to
some random fish with a car antenna-type device, after which we would
all resurface and listen to him over-pronounce the fish’s name,
then he’d say it again before diving down and repeating the process
every 30 seconds or so.
We then got back aboard the motorboat and were driven to another area
where the guide dumped some chum in the water so all the local sharks
(about 4 to 6 feet long) and stingrays (about 3 to 4 feet wide) would
gather into a feeding frenzy for us. We snorkeled among them for a while,
but when the chum was all gone the sharks bid us farewell. The stingrays
must not be quite as bright because they hung around for another 15 minutes
or so and were even a bit playful with us, although two girls in our group
chose not to get out of the boat during this stop. I felt we should have
voted one of those girls off the island, but then I was reminded we weren’t
on a reality show.
Our third and final stop was another part of the reef, which was extremely
dense with coral and every other imaginable undersea life (no mermaids,
unfortunately). It’s almost as if there is a whole other eco-system
down there. By the way, I had just finished my 4th beer at a nearby beach
bar seconds before arriving for the trip, and it was surprising how difficult
it was to relieve myself in the sea at first, probably because we were
a co-ed group swimming closely together. Luckily, it eventually it became
second nature.
The rest of my short time there was pretty uneventful. The island is very
pleasant, but the beaches are lousy since they are all covered in trees
and slimy underwater plants. The town has an unmistakable Jamaican feel
and reggae was playing everywhere almost non-stop. I ate a couple of times
at a place called Rasta Pasta, which lived up to my expectations.
Early the next morning, I took the 7 a.m. water taxi back to Belize City
to wait for the 9:30 a.m. bus to Flores, Guatemala.
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One of Roger's hobbies is to
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several seconds before he knows if it will actually hurt
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