Sailing away for a stay on one of the scores of Belizean cayes (i.e., keys, islands). Wish you were here.
You may have read the news this week that some Belizean road contractor destroyed a Mayan Temple, dating back a few hundred years before the birth of our Lord.
It was also one of the largest of such ancient sites in all of ancient Belize.
Anyone from outside of the still very Third World world that is Belize, who has lived in Belize for any significant amount of time, is as shocked and saddened by this story as anyone else who thinks he’s living in the more enlightened world. But anyone who has lived here for long was just not surprised by this story–it’s somewhat typical how it goes, all too often, here in Paradise.
But please believe me–Belizeans like my good friend and current landlord Alex–a very successful Belizean contractor whose passion is business and construction–are so enlightened as to be as shocked by everybody else in the world by the sad story of this destruction of a huge Mayan site.
My friend and landlord Alex took me tramping around some of his land in the Bush on a very hot and dry day here in Belize where the hot and dry season should be ending in June, just as it’s getting hot and dry in the States.
Stoopidity isn’t the exclusive domain of Belize and the Third World.
Take Alabama, please. (Click here for outrage.)
Not sure which is more outrageous, the usual shunning of the first Americans or the local government’s no-bid.
Not that no-bid contracts haven’t been commonplace from the local to federal government levels for the last 25 years or so.
Lord, give me music therapy . . . and leftover pix I’ve never posted from one of the friendliest, oddest and most beautiful little nations in the world.
The view from the mountaintop where my friend and landlord Alex is building a road and clearing land to build his dream retirement home. Of course, he now has about 10 pieces of land where he’s planning to build his retirement home. The jungle is so dry right now–and has been for a couple of months–that you hear the dry palms rattling out in the Bush. But things will be plenty wet, lush and green in a couple or few weeks when the peak of dry season is over and the rainy season returns.
At the soccer field, San Jose Succotz Village.
This landmark, multi-million dollar casa here in San Ignacio was on the market for a while for a kazillion U.S. dollars. It might be still be as I haven’t looked in a while.
Eating is terrific at Placencia down south on the Caribbean beach.
The river dividing San Ig and Santa Elena the place to be for cooling down on these hot dry days here in “The West” of Belize, near Guatemala.
Engraving on the trail to the Rio On Pools at the wilderness country of Pine Mountain Ridge.
Until next time. . . .
Happy trails. . . .
And when at Placencia Penisula watch out for low flying planes.
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