The guys last morning in Spanish Lookout.
Checked out the Farmers Trading Corp. some more this morning, and were so glad that they ran into Henry there as it gave the men a chance to thank him and to say a final goodbye. Then they were off to John’s house to do the same. It was really hard to say all those good-byes – they had become great friends in such a short time and would have loved to spend more time with these men! The S.L. men had invested a lot of time to inform our guys about Belize and to show them around. John’s wife gave Vaughn some belizean fabric to give to our older girls for making some skirts out of. After saying their Farewells and Thank Yous, the guys left for Belmopan.
At Belmopan, the men stopped at the immigration office to clarify a few things about applying for residency, and then Vaughn and Greg had to say good-byes again – this time with Stephen and Grady! Even Greg said that parting was difficult! We have known Stephen and his family for Years (they used to live near us, but have moved out of state), and even though they had just met Grady on this trip, they really enjoyed his company and found that is definitely a friendship they would like to continue. Their week together went by way too quickly. Stephen and Grady were on their way back to Belize City to catch a plane home.
Immigration office in Belmopan
V & G walked around Belmopan (there isn’t much to see), and waited for a bus to Corozal. One thing that they did notice was that even the locals get hot and take it easy during the hottest part of the day. Nearly everyone carries handkerchiefs/light towels and uses them to wipe the sweat off of their faces.
In Belmopan, V & G ment a man named William who moved there from St.Louis; he moved to get away from the US. He said that he had a house back in St. Louis that wasn’t worth anything, so he just picked up and left. He was waiting on a work permit so that he could find employment down there.
At 5 they caught the ‘non-stop express’ for Corozal; an old Blue Bird school bus from the states. Greg said that it was in interesting experience to spend 2 and a half hours packed in a sardine can; no a/c but at least all the windows were opened. My guys didn’t really get the ‘non-stop’ part as the driver would stop for anybody alongside the road with their thumb out; seats available or not… As for the express part, the speed limit is not enforced in Bz…
waiting for the bus in Belmopan
While in Belize, the guys never felt threatened or unsafe; the nationals are very friendly and accepting. But, while on the bus, they REALLY felt safe; there was a transportation officer sitting in front of them, several police trainees sitting behind them, and a military officer at the door to the bus (they were all using the bus for transportation also).
For the first time in Belize, the men did see a police checkpoint that was checking cars going southbound (the other way). The first indication was a police officer standing by the road on the left side, then 50 yards down the road were a couple of patrol cars and a pickup full of officers. Some of the men in the truck bed and the one by the road carried assault rifles.
The guys rented a room at the Copa Banana again, hiked down the road to Tony’s for dinner, then went back to the hotel to retire.
(back at the Copa Banana)