|  | | Inland Belize | | | | | More crowded chicken buses (but still not the famed Guatemalan chicken buses) to get to San Ignacio. When we got to town I cleverly knocked my nose stud down the drain and had to run around town to buy an earing to keep the hole open. It´s still in there now... I should do something about that. The giant rickety bridge over the massive lake is beautiful and the town is small and interesting. Sometimes a bit scary but the beer is great! I heart Belikin beer.
Next day we went to Barton creek caves. Yeah! The trip to the caves took us through a giant Aamish community mostly made up of miles and miles of orange tree fields. We had fun ´aamish spotting´ like it was a safari. They still wear the old traditional clothing and sideburns and get around without electricity. Very interesting.
The spot where the caves were was in lush forest with a beautiful swimming hole with a rope swing into it around hammocks all around. I got to hold the torch for the canoe ride into the caves which was reeeeeeeeeeeaaaally amazing. Our guide had lots of interesting information about the history of the caves and the mayan ceremonies etc. etc.
I´ll make a separate post some day of all the information I gathered and noted about all the crazy things that went on in those caves.
On the way out our driver, who was pretty entertaining, stopped in the fields and encouraged us to steal some oranges from the Aamish orange trees (they have millions) So we ran around the fields and plucked some green oranges then he told us all about how we shouldn´t eat the skin because it will burn your mouth off. He says they are ripe when they are green and that´s the case in many places. The insides are still very sweet.
That arvo Lucy and I managed to make it out to the medicinal trail set up by Rosita but the guides had all gone home so we had to flip through at reference book at every tree to learn about the properties of each. But Lucy actually knew alot about the history and uses of most plants and trees so it was still interesting. On the way out our Taxi driver even pointed out Rosita´s house and we got excited and squealed like little fan girls.
And that giant fat orange iguana that I saw in Tulum... we saw some hanging out in the trees on the medicinal trail and it just seemed obsurd seeing these fat orange monsters waddling around on such thin branches. Crazy.
Uhm. Had beers and played more shithead with Jacob and Catherine, went for dinner but had to wait over one and a half hours because the waiter never wrote down our order to start with. So because of such bad service we left but then nothing was open so we had to get 2 minute noodles and beg a shop to give us hot water. But we met a cool Mayan Belizean local who had many interesting things to say and told us all about how he´s come back to Belize to make change and get into politics and save Belize. Apparently things in Belize are just so terrible that most Belizeans live in the USA becaus they can´t make any money or live safely or sustainably in Belize. Stuff stuff stuff...
and the next day we left
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