Hotel El Cedro
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... way to make us feel welcome straight away. It would have been a very different experience if we had just been on our own. Later on, Francis and Elma came over to see us. They just had their Special Assembly Day and came straight from it so they could see us before it was too late in the evening. All our communication had been via email so it was great to finally meet and chat.
One more thing... it is hotter here than in Mexico.
... back into the truck and we cheerfully wave at each other as they make fast tracks away from us, aiming a right-hand turn towards Little Belize while we turn left towards Sarteneja.
We arrived home in daylight, which pleased us; the new furniture was unloaded onto Helen’s deck and some toted inside the house . . . it looks great with her dark mahogany cupboards! We settled into the three chairs, each with a Belizean beer in hand and relaxed in the 6 ...
... a short curly head appeared to be of some significance, too. A large pick-up truck pulled up in front of the station and a fellow bus passenger threw his suitcase into the truck and jumped into the front seat; the truck then continued on its way.
Inside the terminal, Randy had been busily trying to contact Gabino via cell phone while Helen stood guard over the suitcases and Pat stood outside in the warm sun, looking for a large white van. (We know what ...
... exciting (and all that suspicion for nothing! :-)
On land we were greeted by a whole lot of very serious soldiers toting very large guns and with big dogs on leads. They told us where to leave ALL of our luggage and possessions and then where to stand and wait. Satisfied that everything was ready, they took the dog across and set it sniffing for drugs. Scarily it paused at one of our bags, not something we need but Annie thought it may be a ...
... miniature female Schnauzer, is truly just small enough
to fit into a raincoat-pocket. And, “Max,” equally pocket-sized, is a
brave “Yorkie-boy (male, Yorkshire Terrier).” They guard the truck
during gas/snack stops, and our hotel rooms, so far, mostly against
Wicked sand storms greet, and follow us through New Mexico, on our
way to the town of Roswell; home to “Area 51,” ...