So. Where was I? Oh yes, thinking about the trip.
I’m going to do about half a dozen blogs on it, each focused on the sorts of things you might need to know should you have a setting in Belize, or even on say – an island in the Gulf of Mexico.
Probably the first thing that hits you as you get off the plane is the air. It’s warm and moist. Although my sense of smell isn’t too good, I get the feeling it’s a fragrant kind of air, in a flowery ocean breeze way as opposed to a stench of Mexico way. You’ll have to ask Mr. Al for more detail.
Next you notice the general state of poverty. They roll a staircase out to the plane. The tarmac is in good shape, but the buildings – most of which are poured concrete in the cities – look a bit weather beaten. It’s all very low tech. You hand over your passport and paperwork and they literally rubber stamp it and send you through.
The next thing we noticed, besides a dire need for tip money, was the roads and the traffic. That’s going to get a blog all to itself. I really, really wish I’d gotten more and better pictures. I never once took one of the people clogging the streets. Now I can’t begin to describe it.
Which brings me to a slight problem. Most of my pictures leave a great deal to be desired. I have one of a glorious moonlit night with palm trees and silver-blue water. It looks like a flat black background with a white spot for the moon and a string of white for the lights on the dock. Meh. I’ll subject you to it tomorrow.
As much as I’d like to show you Belize, the best I can do is describe.