Belize and the weird Rasta Language
Trip Start Feb 14, 2006
27Trip End Dec 15, 2006
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Well, Louise and I have been busy - managing to knock off a whole country since I last wrote. Cool huh?
Last time I wrote we had just visited the jungle ruins of Tikal in Northern Guatemala and we were ready to leave and see something new. On arriving in Belize I was, literally, in shock from the fact that the SIGNS WERE IN ENGLISH! What the hell was going on? 7 months of espaņol had me sounding-out letters and trying to get my head around complex words such as 'wel-come'. It was huh-ard.
We spent some time taking a bus trip through low-lying jungle and were eventually dropped off at the port in Belize city
Caulker island was, obviously, lovely in the way one expects a Carribean island to be. Right now we are in the middle of hurricaine season and, even though the weather was magnificent, the island was almost completely empty. Just a bunch of bored-looking Rastas cruising up and down streets-of-sand looking for something to do with their dreadlocks. In Caye Caulker they speak a creole, a kind of hybrid language of English. If you have ever heard a bad jamaican accent (or seen Brad Pitt embarrasing himself in Meet Joe Black) then you have a vague idea of what it sounds like. The thing is, the language is still basically English. I almost fell on the floor laughing after an American waitress took an order for a 'cup of coffee' from me. She spoke a normal American English to me but when she turned to the Chef she said ''Ees'em boys be wahn-ten a coop ah de caa-feh, mon''. It was the most ridiculous fake-accent I had ever heard. I bet she even puts 'bi-lingual' on her resume.
Ahh-ight, be free-stylin now. We had a fantastic day snorkeling out on the reefs where we saw sting-rays and sharks. The guide actually grabbed one of the sting-rays and asked us to all stroke it. Images on Steve Irwen flashed through my mind as I petted the underwater-bat but in the end I was left with only one image.
Anyway - I might as well tell everyone that I am now on a new workout regime given to me by a charming guy I met in the Galapagos (it's basically just push-ups and stuff but who cares). I was talking to Louise after we had been out swimming and she said, oh so casually, ''you know, your chest is a lot less... saggy... than it was a couple of months ago''. As my confidence slowly deflated she noticed my gaping-mouth and glazed-over-eyes and tried to recover: first with ''All men have breasts, James`` and then, as I was now quivering on the floor and not breathing, with ''Well, what would you call Gynecomastia?'' (sorry, medical word meaning, basically, man-titties)
The next time we spoke was 3 days later, which was lucky, as we were just arriving into Tuluum, Mexico. Great and exciting place - lots of big fat Americans with lots of jiggly-jiggly bits. I now feel much better about myself
Keep up the reading and I'll keep up the writing
Lots of love