Hello Belize

Hello and welcome to my blog, it’s good to be back after so long! I promise that I will be a better blogger than I was when I was in Australia, and I do hope if you stumble upon this or actually end up here on purpose I will do my best to keep you updated and entertained.

I am currently sitting in my Belize City hostel where the walls are painted a shocking baby blue color, I have 2 beds that I am fairly certain are made out of packing plastic, and I have already killed 2 mosquitoes with my bare hands. I also saw a pair of rats that would put the Portland rats to shame, but I’m hoping that I forgot about them before I fall asleep. I am exhausted after a day that started at 3:30 am, and as it always happens with me, it was not an easy day of travel.

Lindsay was kind enough to drive me to the airport, and I have made the decision that the only acceptable time to be up at 3:30 am is if you are still up from the night before and attending an after party, bonus points if bad dancing is involved. Unfortunately the airlines do not agree with me on this. I slept all the way from Portland to Houston, and woke up with a very back pain in my neck from doing the head-nod thing that I used to do in math class and long car rides. I arrived in Houston with a quick layover, and then the trouble started. Apparently one of the windows on the plane had a crack (I found this out after I bought my $6 movie) so we had to turn around back to Houston, but first we had to circle around and burn about 5,000 lbs of fuel. So that took another hour or so, then we had to land, deplane, find another plane, get on it, blah blah blah. So when I was supposed to be landing in Belize, I was in fact eating Wendy’s in Houston (it seemed fitting). Once on the 2nd plane, I decided to make friends with my row mates, two sisters who had retired to Belize after living in the states. They thought I was 18 and were worried that my parents did not know where I was. Once I told them that I was 25 and not a runaway, they tried to make me chat up one of the flight attendants. I put in my headphones and let them do the talking (I think that is what they wanted anyway) but I did get 2 mini bottles of Bacardi out of it, so I was ok.

We got into Belize around 8:30, and the airport normally closes as 7 so they made the entire ground crew stay and wait for us. I passed customs with the customary raised eyebrows that I’m wandering alone for a month and not totally sure of all my destinations, then hopped in a cab with this funny old man who sang along to the radio and told me about some couple from Portland who got married in his backyard. We drove through Belize City, and I’ll just say I’m happy I am only staying here for one night. It’s very run down and dirty and my internal alarms went off every other block.

Tomorrow I’m getting up early to take the water taxi to Caye Caulker where I’ll be staying for the first week. I’m hoping to do my fair share of scuba diving and frolicking while there, and hopefully make some travel buddies as well!

Until next time…