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Spelunking with skeletons

Sunday, October 9th, 2005

After swimming with the sharks in Caye Caulker, I left the island to head west, on my way to Guatemala. I stopped in a town in the mountains of Belize called San Ignacio. I was recommended to stay at a place called J&R’s Guest House, so I walked around trying to find it, with dark clouds threatening above. Some guy asked me if I needed a place to stay, and when I told him I was looking for J&R’s, he directed my straight up this huge hill. Well, there was no J&R’s at the top of this hill – he must have just sent me up there because I wasn’t interested in his place. Bastard. Anyway, some sort of medicine man told me where it was, so I walked back down the hill, the sky getting darker, and found the place. It was a little house owned by an old couple – John and Rose. Within minutes of arriving, the sky opened up and it absolutely poured. I was talking to some German carpenter trying to find work in Belize, sitting right next to him at the table (outside on the covered patio), and I could harldy hear him because the rain and thunder were so incredibly loud. [read on]

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Best hangover cure? Swim with Sharks

Thursday, October 6th, 2005

As soon as I arrived in Belize City and got myself a hotel room, I regretted the move. I was planning to go next to Caye (pronounced Key)Caulker to do soms snorkling on the reef, but thought I’d spend some time in Belize’s big city first. I was not impressed. About after 15 minutes of walking around, I ran into Hiro again, so we checked the place out together. The Belizean Creole language, as I mentioned before is a very garbled, Jamaican-sounding version of English, and a lot of times you can’t even understand what people are saying to you. At one point, I heard some man say something as I walked by, like: Yah wah bla di’lay, dond eni, which I soon translated in my head to be “You want black dick lady, don’t deny it.” After I left Hiro (he was going to the Caye), I was sitting on a stoop reading the local paper and some lady wearing a very tattered dress, came up to me screaming something with this awful shrill voice. Iwas like, no, I don’t have any money. Then she continued screaming, and I heard swimsuit, so I was like, no, I don’t want a swimsuit, I don’t have a swimsuit. Then I heard something about ‘fight’, and I was like, no, uh, no, I don’t want to fight, and I decided to leave to avoid any sort of fight or swimsuit and to avoid catching whatever she was scratching at in her crotch. [read on]

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Arriving in Belize

Thursday, October 6th, 2005

So, Hiro and I headed down to Belize. I was headed to Orange Walk to take a jungle boat tour down to some Mayan ruins called Lamanai (submerged crocodile in Mayan), and invited him along. I got off the bus in the Mexican border town of Chetumal…I was kind of excited to cross my first border overland. I got off the bus and got right onto another one. The guy who directed me onto the bus complimented me on my Spanish, which I thought was really hilarious because he had to repeat himself three or four times before I understood what he was saying to me, and I was still a little unsure whether I was in fact getting on the right bus. Hiro said it was the one to Belize – he speaks and understands Spanish better than he does English. I think my Spanish is better than his, but he’s been traveling for a while longer, so he might be better at understanding what he needs to. [read on]

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