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My Dear Readers,<br /><br />I left Mexico eventually. I rode my bike from Playa Del Carmel to Tulum and looked for good places to camp and snorkel. Some places have pretty a nice reef, but there are so many people there. That place, about which I wrote to you before, behind the Oscar Y Lalo Restaurant is the best. I snorkeled there in the reef completely alone. Well not completely, it was one woman there also, which for some reason prefer to swim, dressed only in fins and mask.

Central America (part II)

Alex Mumzhiu
2006-03-22 18:33:11

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From Tulum I took a bus to Chetumal (Mexico). From Chetumal I rode my bike across the border to Corozal (Belize). From Corozal I took a boat to San Pedro city on Ambergris Caye. This is what Lonely Planet recommend in order to avoid Belize city. Belize City is considered to be very dangerous.

Well, talking about danger, I should tell you a story. My friend NG constantly sent me warnings on different places in Central America. However, he, himself, learned on his own experience that you cannot escape from your fate. He moved out of center of the Washington DC area to the far away suburb because Washington is too dangerous. Soon he found out from the newspapers that one of the most dangerous terrorists was his next door neighbor.

So I sailed by boat to the most safe place in Belize - the Ambergris Cay, the home of expensive resorts and golf courses. Yesterday, I rode my bike to my hotel ($16 per night). My hotel is slightly out of the center of the city of San Pedro. The road to my hotel and the little plaza in the middle were full of angry black people. They shouted anti white slogans and were very agitated. It turns out that one black man was killed by police this day. It was the second such case. The previous was one a week ago. My bike has always saved me. If I walk through this crowd, it may be a different story. One man, on bike, however, went on a collision course with me, but I out maneuvered him. I came to my hotel, took some money and was ready to go through the same route to the city, to buy some food and some Belize rum. I normally try to suppress the voice of wisdom. But this time I did not. I stayed home and had modest dinner of sweet tea with old cookies. As it turned out, the riot started just about this time. Angry people overthrew cars, smashed windows, kicked several white tourists, but not me. The next morning military police were everywhere.

I took a snorkeling tour yesterday. They bring us to Hol Chan ...