“Porque no tacos sin picante?” as the little girl in the Taco Bell commercials says. All the spicy food is taking its toll. With an abundance of public toilets this subject should not be taken lightly. But it tastes so gooood.
We cross in the morning into Belize. Pretty simple. The whole process took no longer than 10 minutes. Stamp ourselves out, stamp the bikes out and get a promise that the $400 deposit that we left in Brownsville will be credited. Shoot across into Belize, get insurance for the bikes, drive down half a mile, get the bikes fumigated, (the guy never even gets out to spray them) stamp us in, stamp the bikes in. No lengthy paperwork, no line ups. Present the passports at the gates. Done. Beautiful Belize here we come.
What are these crappy roads? Garbage everywhere. Slums along the road and the smell of septic everywhere? I’m sure it’s going to get better further down. Nope. Still the same. We get into Belize City as it starts raining. Drive around for a while with no luck of finding a hotel. Finally after almost an hour we find a small hotel not far from downtown. Good deal for about $40. Very little septic smell and a place to lock the bikes. I’m used to suicide showers but never have I’ve seen one with a plug. What can you possibly plug in there?
We head out to the water front. Town is kind of sketchy but I have seen a lot during all the travels so feel pretty comfortable. It has a lot of potential if it was cleaned up and the roads fixed. Stopped of at a bar right on the water called Bucket Bar. You can’t just buy a single beer here. Only a bucket of six. That was no problem as by the time I got to the table randoms are approaching with “Where you from? What’s your name? Can I have a beer?” By the time I made it across I had one for me and one for Alex. So a bucket later we set of for a stroll to where the cruise ships pull into. Austin was the guy who promised to get us anything and everything. We had a few beers with him in front of his store and I got a pair of fake Ray Bans from him for $8.
On the way back we run into some Czech backpackers. Bucket Bar seems like a good idea. I was grateful I brought my action cam. It must have been a good night. I woke up with an empty wallet and a hangover. The camera will tell.