Bellevue Hotel Belize City

... my Mom on Saturdays, my Dad on Sundays and Nicolas on Fridays. But this just makes me feel like I need the bad girl that's locked somewhere inside me.
I made my decision... I'm going to be in "Fireflies" and I'm going to make sure that we're very successful so we can travel around the country. I already got it ...

... Many of the rastas are unemployed here and so they get their money by hustling tourists (his words!). They attach themselves to you and wonīt leave your side (for protection) and then you pay them. God! I managed to make my escape and went back to the hostel.

I went to the Chinese place opposite to have a beer (it was a small room with a ībarī behind metal bars, if you see what i mean). I was joined by Ceril, another rasta on the hustle. I ...

... ons are stowed or seatbelts fastened. Before takeoff the one pilot just makes an announcement that there are four exits and that lifejackets are in the seatback in front of you. There is no flight attendant so its everyone just takes care of themselves.

I have always wondered why the FAA requires that the flight attendants demonstrate the operation of a seatbelt. I mean if you ...

... and probably money exchanging hands all was good. Now I have to say minutes after the crossing into Belize the roads wee paved and much better there was less litter and the country seems to be more prosperous and better off. This is demonstrated by the cost of everything going up 5 dollars for a milkshake. We made it to the port Danielle stayed and got our bags and I went ands grabed some money and we were able to catch the 12:00 ferry to ...

... City, switched busses, ate some conch fritters, and headed for the Mexican border. I had some time to kill at the border so I dropped into a Chinese restaurant (it seems to me the Chinese run all the grocery /liquor stores in Belize) and ordered a beer. The national brew, Belikin, isnīt so bad. As I sipped my beer and waited a fat Salvadorian woman sat next to me, told me she loved me, and invited me to sleep in her bed. I politely declined and caught my bus ...

... mis argmentos, pero mi malicia indigena estaba de Nuevo en forma despues de 30 dias en mexico, y no tenia animos de pagar dollares a alguien por solo darme la informacion que nosotros msmos podiamos decifrar. En el mapa vimos el Hotel Lili a solos dos cuadras de alli sobre la playa. Tantas coincidencias estaba a nuestro favor y seguro como el hotel Liliana en Mazatlan iba a estar perfecto ara nosotros, y efectivamente lo fue...

... Mai, a couple of nights after I'd visited the elephant park, we went to a great, friendly, rockin' little club (Guitarman) near the Night Bazaar, and the featured band (Something Underground from Denver) played "Mr. Elephant," about an elephant crippled by a land mine. They also played a version of the Eurythmics song "Sweet Dreams." More magic: Our excursions to Laos for the boat ...

Seattle this morning, New York tonight. I woke up early and organized myself ready for my flight. I was pretty much organized from the night before which was a very good thing as I forgot about the time zone changes and was reading the wrong time. I needed to leave the hotel by 7am and realized at 7.10am that I was an hour ahead of what my phone clock was telling me, 6.10am. Silly girl. I didn't change my cell phone time as I figured that I would just have to change it again in New ...

... if we could transplant it a bit closer to home! Our favorite place in Seattle was the infamous Pike Place Market. There's a reason why it's so popular and visited by everyone. It's fabulous! Ahh, the produce and fresh flowers...if we lived here, I'd do my grocery shopping here every day! There were tons of restaurants and great little shops surrounding the market and never a dull moment with the entertaining street performers. Let's not forget ...

... I'm the only female pilot in the crew!" she shouted gleefully. "And this is my co-pilot Crazy Barbie!" She gave Barbie another hair-flinging shake, then hung her upside-down over the dash and plopped into the driver's seat. Ten honks on the horn and a violent storm of quacking later, we were on Fifth Avenue, traveling south under the line of the monorail, Crazy Barbie keeping watch for the next Starbucks and a caffeine fix.