06.01.2013 - 11.01.2013 30 °C
Our first real taste of Belize was hitting the bus station in Belize City feeling like we had dropped into the middle of Africa and to make it even more surreal I spoke to a local man in Spanish and when he said to me in English "I can't speak Spanish" I strangely walked off as though we wouldn't be able to hold a conversation?!
Due to timing and reports of the city we hopped straight on a chicken bus (bus full of locals, sometimes containing livestock such as chickens, where AC means 'windows that open').
Dangriga doesn't deserve a mention except for that a group of Garufani tribes people congregated outside our deserted hostel at dusk and performed their traditional dance in costume!
Punta Gorda is a jungle town still the home of 6 Mayan villages- sadly reduced from 60 over just the past few years. We took a chicken bus out of town, jumped off the bus in the middle of nowhere with the bus driver pointing down the longest stretch of road saying - 3 miles! The midday heat was at its peak and the clouds lurking in the distance with the promise of a storm were not comforting. The village consisted of 300 people, 99 of those being children. We ate eggs and beans with a local woman in her hut for dinner then again for breakfast, again I mean we ate beans and egg again. The greatest bit was there was no language barrier giving you a real insight into their lives which is really rare with indigenous rural villages like that.
Funnily enough my torch picked up the reflection of the spiders eyes which at first was great as I could see when I was walking in the path of one. It became completely unnerving however when I took a 360 degree look around me and saw 400 tiny eyes reflecting back at me. Lets just say it was a relief when the rooster started to crow the next day.
Placencia once made history by having the narrowest thoroughfare in the world. We bought lobster from a fisherman off the back of his boat because he'd run out of fish... BC cooked up a storm. We left the country from there deciding to take the boat directly to Honduras. Why we weren't too concerned with the fact we were crossing a large distance of open water I don't know - maybe it was because we presumed "ferry" meant car ferry, or something of that size... Oh no it was barely a speedboat and that thing made you feel like you were in a washing machine. Over the 2.5 hours each person on the boat had gradually fallen, CT ending up on the floor literally - sick both with fear and of the motion of hammering over waves as high as the boat. It was both a relief that it was over and that we were alive when we got to the other side- to say the least! We decided to car pool with some other travellers and treat ourselves to a taxi to do the rest of the remaining 5 hours journey by road... This is the life ! Errrrrrrr.