Speaking with an English twang, man!
Trip Start Dec 30, 2010
84Trip End Jul 06, 2011
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Where I stayed
North front street Guest House
I left the bus, grabbed some cash and got hassled all the way to my guesthouse. At least in English I can say 'no man!'. The guesthouse was pretty cute but very basic, they tried to put me in a double room for more money but I asked again for a single room, and low and behold they had one free, funny that. Belize is not cheap, the Belize dollar is 2 to 1 US dollar. Now, I'm exhausted, again, lack of sleep, too much drinking in Flores, anyway, I went for an afternoon nap straight away, so slept from 130pm till 430pm. The owners of the guesthouse were very friendly, when I left my room, she asked if I had a good rest. Well, yes I did thank you, now I'm hungry!
I walked towards the bridge on the canal/creek, crossed over and pottered around looking for some food. The city resembles the look of a Caribbean island. Some shops are closing and maybe I've missed the window for some food, but I luckily find a small cafe where they have a white board with choices on. There was only one choice left, jerk beef with rice and beans. It was so tasty, spicy jerk beef, it went down a treat!
I found an Internet cafe and needed, again, to catch up. I spent some time there, left, wandered around towards my guesthouse and seeing as the area was getting quite rough and noisy, I called it a day. When I returned to the guesthouse, the owners brother was staying from Canada to oversee some work being carried out on the place. He opened the back gate so I could sit and relax in the breeze. It was only 7pm, so I sat on the back porch, listened to some music, read and completely relaxed before going to bed early. I slept from 9pm to 9am, perfect!
Miles walked 0.76
Temp 32C 88F
Day 116 April 29th - After a great sleep, I have some time to explore more of Belize city before boarding a boat and heading to Caye Caulker, an island off the coast of Belize.
I potter around the city for some time, it reminds me of Suriname in some ways, pretty basic wooden buildings, very little in terms of architecture of statues to view and experience, but as I said earlier, they endured a torrid hurricane.
What was more interesting was the local folk, constantly talking to you, constantly wanting your attention, constantly having issues with me for not stopping and talking. I saw very few other travellers in the area, I think Belize city is the jumping point for the beautiful islands off the coast, or the more rustic feel of southern Belize in Hopkins.
The day is super hot again, I'm looking forward to getting to Caye Caulker, jumping in the water and chilling out before I begin a trip back to Guatemala City and then my crazy month in the USA.
I wait at the boat terminal for some time, they are on Latin American time, nothing is a rush here. While I wait, a TV with CNN shows highlights from the wedding. I had slept through the wedding, but I was more disappointed in missing the extra day off, but I guess I've had 116 of those this year so far, so I really can't complain. For those few minutes, it did feel good to be British, feeling proud that one wedding can dominate world news for an entire day.
The boat arrives and after the scrum in getting on the boat, I find a shady spot and sit back and watch the ocean out of the front window.
My plan is to find a solo cabin or room, and just relax for the last time on this trip, I really wasn't planning on meeting more people and having fun, well, that was the plan!