|02-05-2013, 10:34 PM||#16|
T plus 16 months
Joined: Jul 2006
I crossed into Belize on what turned out to be Election Day. In MX I was warned not to but I thought being able to experience this little part of history would be interesting. I was.
This was my first border crossing between 'Central American' countries. It was pretty easy. I did get a helper at the border who spoke perfect English (it's Belize, they all do). I paid him $20 US which was too much but oh well.
After the border it was a short run down to the town of Orange Walk. Belize was a big change from MX. It got less flat than the Yucatan, the people changed from brown to black, the language changed from Spanish based to English based, and the level of poverty seemed to increase. I found a bank and got some money while waiting out a rain storm. Not much was open because of the elections. Like in the States the 2 parties were Blue or Red. That's about all I can tell you about them. I couldn't get a clear picture of their difference but people in the shirts of their color were out everywhere. The roads were literally packed with them in the towns. Unlike in the US they all seemed to mingle together in great jovial crowds with little tension.
I arrived in Belize City in early afternoon and didn't have too much trouble finding a guesthouse with secure parking, the Sea Breeze. I then explored the city and got some dinner.
It seems one of the parties didn't like a Mr Barrow, who I later found out was the current Prime Minister.
That would be $3.50 US.
I'd heard some very negative things about Belize City and there were certainly a lot of guys out trying to hustle your money. I ended up meeting what I thought was a young kid but turned out to me a tiny, seriously dread-locked older woman named Mary while out wandering. There was no beer being sold all day in the country but she hooked me up with some and while sitting on the deck of her family's flat she explained the politics. Sort of. They were the Blue party who was trying to get rid of Barrow.
The northern part of town we were in, where my guest house was, was only kind of rough. When I went off to get more beer she said "Don't worry maaan. If'n anybody boder you jus tellem you're friend o Mary." Nobody did but I was reassured as she was the Matriach of the area.
I drank and partied with here extended family until about 4 am. The Blues lost.
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