from the "who has a rooster in the city?!" dept.

First, the films.

The Montserrat film on the Volcano that I went to see Saturday morning SUCKED. It wasn’t really a documentary at all; it was a boring scientific treatment of the event and the science of volcanology. Hosted by a boring professor, it went on and on… and was obviously aimed at students in Uni.

Brent was in a seminar about getting funding from a Central America film agency… so after about an hour of painful viewing, I bolted and headed to the seminar.

Katia & Ivan, cool folks I’ve met in my previous visits were there too. After the seminar, a bunch of us went for food and watermelon juice.

Then it was back to the Film Fest for a Palestinian film called The Olive Harvest. So far, the best of the bunch. It was a love triangle set in the occupied territories. A dandy! Nothing like a bride running through a muddy field of olive trees…

Katia & Ivan had driven in from Cayo, so we had to go find them a room. Most of the hotels were full, but we finally found a room. And then hung by the pool enjoying 2 for 1 beer.

In the evening we ran into the Grandmaster and went to see a film from Argentina called Out of Season. TERRIBLE. Looked great, but there was no plot. The tiny audience slowly shrank. Katia and Ivan bolted. Then Grandmaster. Brent and I held on to the end, but it wasn’t worth it.

We stopped in for some Chinese food on the way home… then called it an early night.

I was awoken early buy f***ing rooster. And bear in mind that we’re in the middle of the city!

It started before the sun came up and continued until long after daybreak. Brent tells me that Belize roosters don’t really have a good handle on when morning starts.

Today it’s back to the film festival… a slate of Belizean films… then a BBQ this afternoon… then perhaps another film tonight.

Today I will pack the camera, so you can actually see what Grandmaster, Ivan, Katia, etc look like.

Cheers!