The bright colors of Belize City are dulled with age and the buildings show clear signs of neglect. Dogs and bicycles and cars jostle for position with no obvious adherence to any traffic laws. We hear a mixture of rustling palm trees and Creole conversation. Touts pester us as we pass. We’re not in Kansas anymore and it is wonderful.
From the blawg of the adventurous globetrotters Brian and Shannon comes this posting about being in a very different world.
I think we travel to reach our destination.
Well I’m destined for your house early sept so yaw keep the light on for me
I hope you’re serious. I really would like to meet you the old fashioned way.
Serious, your dudeness; still thinking that road trip; want to swing over to Luuisville for a pilgrimmage to my main man the mystic Mr. Merton’s stopping grounds –and have a friend in Louisville–on my return trip. Thinking 3 weeks on the road and lotsa time in ol’ Virginny. Probably hit the road right after Labor Day when the roads are the smoothest sailing. Later, gator.