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Kids at the school in Punta Gorda, Belize.
Back in San Ignacio (near the Guatemalan border) again. It was a 3 1/2 hour journey on a well maintained highway from Punta Gorda. I drove Katia's truck the entire distance. There is about 9 miles of unpaved road just outside of PG which certainly rattled our bones. But the rest of the Hummingbird Highway is quite scenic -- with lush mountains, orange and lime orchards -- and my favourite -- banana groves? orchards?
Today (Thursday) we spent the day in San Ignacio. Here's a shot of Katia shopping at the public market.
Wednesday night and Katia and I are back in San Ignacio.
The day started early with me watching Guatemalan news (blood and guts big time) while Katia went to shoot the sunrise.
Later, we headed to Paul's place again -- to record some more performances and to continue the interview.
We were finished around noon.
It was a pretty amazing experience meeting Paul and it's sad to think I may never be in his company again.
More images are coming when I have access to a bit better internet connection. I am currently poaching from a hotel about 1km from the balcony railing on which my laptop teeters.
The trip is going well, of course. Lots of great non-touristy experiences.
Brent is coming to San Ignacio tomorrow and then we will head to Guatemala on Friday. After a few days and a few more Tecate, we'll head back to San Ignacio -- then Belize City -- then Caye Caulker.
It's starting to go by too fast.
However, I am looking forward to Caye Caulker (and indeed home) for a break from the noise. Yeah, I know I'm super sensitive -- but this is the noisiest country in the world. You wouldn't believe the number of dogs that bark all day and night (more at night, as its too hot during the day) and people who blast karaoke at 11. Crazy.
C'est la vie, I reckon.
It's hard to shoot anything in Belize City, as the crack heads instantly hassle you. However, I did manage to get a few shots. There is no lack of colourful buildings, though I would assume this is more due to the availability of paint rather than an artistic plan.
... as you can see, I really did have the whole arse end of the plane to myself. Very, very nice.
So... I am at Brent's and while we wait for his wife to get home from work, we're drinking 23 year old rum and trading stories. And surfing.
Brent is production managing a shoot for a cruise company, and in between sips of Centenario is responding to emails and making calls.
I am working wirelessly as well, but writing blog stuff and uploading images.
It's a tough life!
Compared to the flight from SEA-MIA, MIA-BZE was like being in first class. The plane was half empty, and the seats seemed bigger.
I may have been a bit groggy, but none-the-less, the last leg was comfortable.
I arrived just after 1pm in Belize City. All went smoothly, especically customs.
The air temperature was 30C, meaning that my attire of a fleece and jeans was now terribly wrong. I ditched the fleece, and seriously considered putting the shorts and sandals on... but then decided it was quicker just to get my ass to Brent's.
The cab driver was a talkative sort, and we discussed Belizean politics. He was certainly surprised by my knowledge. He must have thought I was a portly American tourist.
More in next post!