May 22-24 Belize/Guatemala
May 22nd
We woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing and the smell of weed being smoked. Our first night in a "party" hostel was a rough one. Heat and humidity along with the noise of the party.
know everyone. We had planned to go to an adventure farm the next day, but one of the owners along with a worker at the hostel and some other hostel goers got into a bad accident that day. Sounded like one of them was hurt pretty badly and was airlifted to the Belize City hospital. While chatting with other people we decided to jump in on a rental vehicle the next day and visit the Caracol Mayan ruins and some other sites. We made dinner at the hostel and stayed in.
May 23rd
We woke up at 5:30 for a 6:30 departure time. On the trip is Bart and I, Dan the movie set guy from New York, Mende the Brooklyn hipster(a.k.a the man child), Tjie th guy, and Steven the photographer for Lonely Planet. We headed up down to Caracol, Belize. It was a 2.5 hour trek on the worst road imaginable. We bottomed the car out a couple of dozen times. There was a dead horse being eaten by vultures. Such an odd site. The Caracol Mayan ruins are the largest in Belize. It was a nice visit because we were the first visitors and had the place to ourselves, making the pictures great.
May 24th
We had a leisure morning with a breakfast burrito and cappuccino at the hostel. We then packed up and found a taxi to the Belize/Guatemala border. After paying our exit fee for Belize and going through immigration, we went to find a colectivo for our ride to Flores, Guatemala. The taxi drivers are relentless and it is getting a bit annoying being harassed this much. While Belizeans speak mostly English, Guatemalans speak Spanish. We are in for a big change. We exchanged our money into Quetzals and got into a colectivo. These are much nicer than the school buses we were taking in Belize. A few differences were noticed on the drive. There are an abundance of cows here compared to Belize. We only ate beef once in Belize and quickly learned that chicken is the way to go. Also, the locals wear cowboy hats and everyone gets around on motorbikes. It is not an uncommon site to see a family of four on one of these bikes. From Santa Elena to Flores we took a tuk tuk.
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AWESOME!! I love the blog guys.
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