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Travel Blogs from Chetumal
... be taken into the office where they would decide what to check our passport. The officers couldn't believe that we were planning to say in Belize for almost a year. We had no problems here and the porters helped get the luggage back out to the car. 2 of the group who met us directed them and sorted out their tips. Another thing we didn't have to worry about.
As soon as we have crossed the border the differences between Mexico and Belize ...
... hurry is just the same, only moreso! It’s kind of like local-worker-time – 9 a.m. really means 1:10 p.m. First the clerks had to go back to talk to papa about the price, and then it was an endeavour to find a piece of cardboard somewhere outside to wrap around the glass tops. The purchase was made, the van was loaded and we were on our way. As Randy says, we have to thank some great Canadian bureaucrat who came down to Belize a few years ago, to introduce ...
... to hop into the big van that Caribbean Blue owns, as Randy’s main foreman-cum-construction-boss Gabino would be only too happy to have them along for the ride into Corozal. The time passed relatively quickly, and we arrived at the ADO Terminal de Autobus in Chetumal, Mexico at 1:30 p.m.
The sun was hot as we disembarked, and Gabino’s white van was nowhere to be found at the front of the bus depot. Two shabbily-dressed young men, parking ...
... boat. The Immigration man politely stamped us out of Belize and collected a further BZ$7.50 exit "tax" and we were in no-man's water :-)
We discovered that the Dutch guys had come from Mexico on the same boat and knew that they could sit up top on the outdoor area where the captain "drives" from. "Us too?" was the next obvious question. They said yes but asked if we were sure I wanted to climb up with my Cane? The one Dutch guy was a true ...
... but, it’s likely to be a wake up knock as
there is no phone in the room. And surely, it seemed, just a few
minutes later – knock.
40,000 feet – fast toward Dallas; then, to take another plane to
Denver. I didn’t get the cell-phone-chip, so can’t call Rhonda when I
arrive. I hope she is there and will recognize me. I warned her I had
lost weight, but didn’t mention the new, mostly-salt-and-pepper beard.