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Travel Blogs from Corozal
... repairs being completed that morning which prevented the ferry from operating; not because the ferry is electric but because the poles being worked on were on the road next to it and they were operating a large crane. The long way round was the only option.
After about 45 mins and many of the worst condition roads I have ever experienced, we arrived. If you have ever seen the film 'Witness' with Harrison Ford ...
... Mary and Mike. Three dogs come out to greet us while we stand on the other side of the gate and chat with the Montana couple who own the place. They've been here three years and love it, but have to sell because of illness in the family and wanting to be back at home at this time of life. There’s a breezeway in the lower middle of the house where we can see clear to the blue-green sea. They’re asking $365,000 US and Randy is confident that ...
... is paranoid and this doesn’t help. At any rate, we’re off to either Corozal or Orange Walk to find some netting.
We don’t go to Corozal without a good reason, because it’s quite a drive. Now that Gabino has returned the repaired large white van and has taken his own car back home, we try to be conscious of the amount of gas we use. We know that we are driving to Corozal on Thursday to pick up Jean and Doug, who will reside in Lot ...
Isn't it funny how we are, we arrived in Belize from Livingston and, on our first day, had a few irritations of guidebook theft and taxi touts but here we are, just two weeks later, and we are really looking forward to getting back to the haphazard, chaotic and laid-back (yes, they can and do exist together) world of beautiful Belize :-)
Our Mexican bus was comfortable and scheduled to take us to Corozal with only a few specific stops. In Corozal, as we got into ...
... night mantra and with
the sun sinking tropically-fast we frantically searched for lodging for
us, and the cute tiny dogs, but we are turned down at one nice-looking
hotel just outside of Tampico (no “Mascotas( pets)” allowed). At dusk
and desperate, we luckily find “Hotel,” Bella Luna and pull in. We are
met incongruously by “Chuck “ (actually its Carlos; a very friendly
Mexican guy whose family owns the place, wanting ...