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Belize - this is a country that anybody will find it hard not to fall in love with. <br /><br />Sorry its been a while, since I last wrote 10 days ago,we about to cross the border from Chetumal, Mexico into Belize. We actually decided to stay one more night after I wrote the previous blog as we didnt really fancy a night bus ride, so after a final selection of tacos for dinner, we were on the road the following morning for a whole new set of adventures in Belize....

Stormy Islands, Rastafarians and a day trip to Guatemala - You Better Belize It!!

Lucian Reed-Drake
2006-03-27 14:03:05

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We talked about the inevitable conversation between two men, football, and how I thought England might have a chance of winning the World Cup and he said how Belize never had a chance of anything, except excelling in "street football" to which he plays regularly, and there "are no rules".

Of course by the evening after the episode, we had settled in San Ignacio, aka "Cayo", as Dad and I chuckled over a beer about the experience we had just gone through. We felt like we deserved a few more beers, and searching for a bar we came across a friendly Rastafarian guy who directed us to the most happening place on a Sunday night.

Introducing Glenn - a skinny, dreadlocked and bearded Rastafarian who's trade was car washing (hence his nickname was "Washer" and residence an abandoned warehouse. He told us about his genuine life hardships and movement around Belize, we felt sympathetic and generous and were more than happy to buy and share some beers with him. He told us some hilarious stories about sinking boats on the Cayes, his view of America and terrorists, and he even sung some renditions of his Reggae magic songs, inextricably ending in pledges to Jesus, despite claiming he wasnt religious. This guy was fascinating though because he was extremely honest and caring, he knew what kind of shit he was in, but he wasnt pleading for a handout, he wasnt depressed, he was the classic "live each day as it comes", even if it rains and he has no dirty cars to wash.

A local mobile phone trader called Mike and his out of tune karaoke wife joined our table, along with a funny German descendant of Rasta, the barman called Nazza. Somehow the conversation took a homophobic turn. I can't bring myself to repeat what was said - although there was a lot of Old Testament talk about 'transgressions'' 'abomonations' and the sanctity of the male's back passage, although all light-hearted banter thankfully!

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