Day: 236
So with my trip to Belize winding down, I was left with only one question to answer today; should I smuggle my 5oz. bottle of the worlds most amazing Hot Sauce back in my carry-on luggage (all I had for this trip) and throw caution to the wind with the TSA’s restrictions on a [...]
Day: 235
Mom Says… Rule #1: Now I am normally a very open minded person, but if any of you reading this ever drag a suitcase with wheels though the sand, you are no longer allowed to visit my page. I would really feel as if I have taught you all nothing.
In other news, our [...]
Day: 234
Disclaimer: I am hesitant to publish the following story because I believe it will only help to contribute to the culture of fear that is so prominent currently in the USA, and the American thoughts on international travel. Yet, I also want my blog to be the truth of what happens to me [...]
Day: 233
With the amount of planning that goes into most war torn African governments- i.e. very little- we decided to do nothing today. Sat in the shade under a palm tree and sweated as the ocean wind buffeted this little strip of land. When we made it back to our room in the early afternoon, [...]
Day: 232
Trying to sleep last night was easily one of the worst attempts I have ever made at pleasent slumber. The mosquitos were so thick and the air so damp, hot and heavy that you couldn’t even cover yourself with a sheet or it would be quickly be sweat soaked. When we got out of [...]
Day: 231
After we returned the car this morning at the airport, we made our way down to the Belize city waterfront to catch the water taxi out to Caye Caulker where we plan to waste away in the sun for the next few days. Possibly some snorkeling and assorted watersports, most likely mass consumption of [...]
Day: 230
Not to much writing today, internet is $7 an hour so I am just trying to cheaply get up a few pictures from the Mayan ruins at Caracol. It was once a city of 150,000 (more than twice the size of the biggest city in Belize today) and still contains the biggest structure in [...]
Day: 229
So, my brother Ed asked me today “What are we looking at this morning?” (He actually has some Mayan background)
“I am pretty sure it’s a history of poor people…” I jokingly replyed. I know, completely un-politically correct (and they are probably not as well off as the western world because we exploited them at [...]
Day: 228
I may have woke up hungover, but Brian woke up still shitfaced. By the time we were able to motivate ourselves to actually do something it was past 10am, and the only thing we did was go find some breakfast. Brian held it down for about an hour, but just a few miles outside [...]
Day: 227
Waking up in Gales Point Manatee (I know, it’s a hell of a handle for a village of 500 people), we went to the front porch of the guesthouse where we were staying to meet up with Raymond. Raymond, among other things, is the 71 year old Hotelier, local Moonshine maker (hence last nights [...]
