One Ticket to Belize (Day One)

It took my older sister several weeks to email me after I told her I was going to Belize, by myself, in order to scuba dive. No one in my family understood. I had to reassure them a billion times that I wasn’t scared and that I didn’t need one of them to go with me. Then I had to promise over a zillion times that I would BE CAREFUL. The night before I left, I talked to my mom on the phone:
"Now, I want you to be careful."
"Don’t worry about me, I’ll be careful. Kim (that's my older sister) finally emailed me! She said I was giving everyone heart failure."
"You are giving everyone heart failure."
"I’m sure any heart problems can be blamed on fast food and are no fault of mine."
"We are just worried about you all alone in some far away primitive country. Now promise you will be careful."
"DON’T WORRY. I’ve put together a first aid kit."
Silence.
"Yeah, it has some bandages, neosporin, hydrogen peroxide…"
More silence.
I could feel the "I was in labor for seventeen hours with you" speech coming up, so I promised to be careful one last time and we said our good-byes.

Getting There- Friday, November 22, 2002

The pilot was kind enough to take the scenic route into Belize International. After flying over nothing but trees and water, Belize City came into sight. We flew over the city and out to sea before turning around to land on a remarkable short runway. The first thing I saw upon landing in Belize was a giant Belinkin sign.
After I purchased my Tropic Air ticket, I stepped outside, just to say that I had been on the Belizean mainland. I was really surprised at how many American Company advertisements there were.
The puddle jumper flight was so much fun that I was thinking it would be great to be a pilot for Tropic Air. By the time we landed in San Pedro, I had already used up one roll of film.

Carlo at the Information Center

After checking in at Ruby’s and finding a dive shop for tomorrow, I headed into town to pick up a few provisions (beer and water) at the grocery store. There was a man riding his bicycle around town with a big red cooler. He rode back and forth yelling, "Bananas! Bananas!" It was growing dark so I decided to stop at the information center in Central Park and ask directions.
"Hi! Can you tell me where there is a grocery store?"
"Yes." Carlo officially sets out a map of San Pedro and proceeds to show me a new restaurant. "Cocina Carambra, very good. Also, if you like pizza, the best pizza place in town is here." He drew a little dot on the map and then handed me a yellow flyer. "Just give them this paper and you’ll get a discount on your meal and also free drinks. But not alcoholic drinks, just rum punch and sodas are free."
"Isn’t rum punch an alcoholic drink?"
"Well yes. But drinks like beer and cocktails aren’t free."
"So I reckon rum belongs to the juice category?"
We had a good laugh, then back to business. "Do you like to go out at night? Party? Drink?"
"Sure."
"Well then tonight, you should go to Big Daddy’s." Drew another little dot on the map.
"Are you traveling alone?"
"Bananas!"
"Yes."
"You don’t have any friends?"
"No, no friends."
"Fido’s is another good place to go." Drew a circle around Fido’s. "They play very loud music there. Over here is Laguna Columbia." Drew a moon shaped lagoon.
"Do they have crocodiles there?"
"Yes, but don’t get too close to the crocodiles. Sweet Basil is another good restaurant." Drew a circle around Sweet Basil and then handed me the map along with a copy of the San Pedro newspaper. "This map is yours. You can take it."
"Thanks! Umm, Can you show me where there is a grocery store?"

NOT Being Careful

I walked along the seashore toward the little dot that marked Big Daddy’s on my map, but a great heron wading in the water near Central Park distracted me. I sat on a wooden picnic table and watched as the graceful bird, with her great long neck and her great long legs and her great long beak strolled through the water.
As I walked through Central Park, I knew that I was going to love this town. How? Well, because they have two teeter-totters in Central Park of course. I love teeter-totters. I’ve looked all over Austin, but cannot find one. I hope before my trip is out, I will get to teeter-totter with someone.
Somehow, I managed to pass by Big Daddy’s. No problem. I found Cholos seaside sports bar and it looked like my kind of place so I stopped by and ordered a rum punch. As I waited for my drink, I realized I was the only woman in the place, so I decided to go sit at a table in the sand rather than drink at the bar.
Before long, some guys came over and started talking to me. A big beautiful orange moon rose over the water as these guys explained to me how everyone on the island has a nickname.
"No one is know by their real name. There’s Pill. We call him Pill because his real name is Philip."
"Then there’s Half-day. That’s his nickname because once he led a full-day snorkel trip to Caye Caulker. Around 12, the boat returned. We asked him why he was back so soon. Was there something wrong with the boat? ‘No. We went snorkeling and now we’re were back.’ He can only hear half way."
I quickly learned that while drinking in San Pedro, a new fresh drink will suddenly appear in front of you, before you have finished the one in your hand...
Later, we stumbled over to Fido’s, but didn’t want to pay the cover charge. Then we stumbled over to Shark’s Bar, but didn’t want to pay the even higher cover charge. So we ended up at Jaguar’s. Jaguar’s has a super size model of a jaguar’s head. Complete with four super sized teeth. Very cool. But I didn’t really like the place on account of the American music they were playing.

I’m not going to go into the embarrassing details. Let’s just say that I was NOT being careful (it was completely my fault) and by the end of the night, I returned to Ruby’s room eight with two open wounds, one bruise and a fairly large red irritation. (Note to self- no more rum punch.) As I lay in bed I remembered that I was suppose to be careful, so I got up and rubbed some Neosporin on the open wounds.

most totally well written. chuckle. laugh. thank you...

and do be careful... for the folks back home!!!

i can't wait to read more. please don't stop...

OH my! Can't wait for day two, where you will be careful.........rofl

Fido's has a cover charge?

Yeah Fido's has a five belize cover charge. Shaggy said it was to keep out people trying to sell things. The guy at the door said it went to the band. Who knows?

Well Dang! Nothing ever stays the same...boo hoo hoo.

So now we have to pay the cover charge for Paisano to come in for fun?

hmmmmmm I wonder if Paisano has to pay the cover? How many conch shells equal a cover

It will indeed be a sad day when Paisano is no longer welcome at Fido's. He's the local "color" and the most amusing man I've ever met. Good for a weeks worth of laughs. Maybe they're should be a collection jar set up for him, and when it gets $5 worth of coins, He's IN!!!! I certainly didn't care that he tried to sell me bottle caps, conch shells and baseball caps...... Where does he hang out now???
Debbie

Ms Cocount, sorry I used your topic to mention cover charges.
I will start a new topic for that discussion.

Ms. Coconuts, looking forward to MORE ! This is so cool.

What's a vacation to Belize without a few "Staves"? Or as Stephen Crane says 'A Red Badge of Courage" Reminds me of the great scene in "Jaws" when they compare scars and Richard Dreyfuss wants to show his apendectomy scar. Also a "good on ya" for solo travel, you're all muscle. Best trip post I've read in a while:-}
Embellishment of actual reason for wounds is expected. Here's a story starter for you from an english teacher: Oh, this one? Well I was on a charter to Shark Ray Alley...

Is Paisano the man who wears a plaid baseball type cap sideways? Kind of a short older gentleman? If so, they are still letting him in. I think he was there just about everynight.

Big Frank- by the number and sizes of my "staves" i had one heck of a vacation! Oh and I have a whopper about Shark Ray Alley, that is actually no whopper at all.

Great story of Day 1 - I can't wait to read more....

Great story. Made me crack up. You have to tell us more.

Yep, that man in the red plaid cap is Paisano, I saw a recent picture of him.

Ms. Coconuts - I had to laugh out loud when I read your post - I had a very similar conversation with my mother this past holiday when I told her I was thinking of coming down to AC by myself. I've been there twice with others, but never on my own.

What you missed by talking with your mother by phone is the 'my daughter is nuts' expression on her face. Absolutely hilarious!! Now before I get bashed by all the Moms, I know she was just worried about one of her babies, and the fact that I'm 41 years old doesn't mean I'm exempt from that. But I would think my years in Manhattan would have squelched some of that concern - although she always told me to watch my purse in that big bad city, and not to talk to strange men :rolleyes: .

Anyway, I've offered to take her along on a trip so she can see for herself - and I'll show her your post for reinforcement (tho I might edit the part about the injuries . Anxiously awaiting the next installment - I love this!!....Janet

MORE BIG LAUGHS

I got the same speech from my kid and husband, when I traveled to Ambergris alone. hahaha

My parents still worry about me going there alone and it's been about 20 times so far! Now I usually don't even tell them till I get back! Although I must admit, once while driving out to Pook's Hill by myself, I was cursing my "adventurous self" and agreeing with my mother that I do take some big risks! Anyone who has been to Pook's Hill will know what I mean. And I have wised up over the years too. Last year while approaching the Mt Pine Ridge at dusk, in the rain, I asked the person I was giving a ride to if he would come with me instead of me dropping him off in San Ignacio. I guess that was risky too but in another way!!! Turned out to be the best decision I ever made!!! Everything always works out in Belize....never like you expect it, but probably better!

Tell us more..it's getting ready to snow here in VA and I need a AC fix!!!

Thanks everyone for reading. I just posted my second day. Hope you like it!

The last time I was in Jaguar's I fell down the stairs. I was rather embarrassed to say the least. I think that place is dangerous.

Especially on karioki night.

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