Today I had a visitor on the blog from Ladyville in Belize. That’s in Central America just below Mexico. I stayed near there for four months in 77 and again in 85 for six months. I not only knew people in Ladyville but I have had dinner there and stayed the night. It is such a small world. They didn’t stay long on the blog but their visit bought back memories. Ladyville is up from where the 'T' is in City
Ladyville is up from where the 'T' is in City
I remember flying in a Belize Defence Force Norman Britten Islander to Punta Gorda to deliver vegetables there and bring a mother and child up to the city for treatment at the hospital. I drove down to Big Creek (Stan Creek as it was then) in the south through BELMOPAN the capital. I went to Orange Walk and Corazal, the latter on the way to Merida in Mexico. Orange Walk is where I found a liking for corn on the cob ice cream.
Mayan sacrificed to the gods
I met a Canadian Architect, Chris, living on a farm on the road to Stan Creek. He had got fed up with the rat race and moved to Belize to grow oranges. I met Charles Chevalier, French resistance fighter, who escaped to England during WWII and after a very varied life came to Belize to live with his Franco/Mex family. I actually met Charles in a small roadside bar built by Chris the Canadian and was invited to dinner with his family. It was a fabulous meal and a great insight into expat family life in the country Their shower was a tall waterfall dropping off a rock butte behind the house. The waterfall also provided electric power via a small turbine/generator.
There are phenomenal Mayan ruins there that need to be seen. Altun Ha and Xunan Tunich the most notable.
This is a ferry aacross the Mopan River which I think takes you to the ruins at Xunan Tunich I used this ferry a couple of times.
The Belize Zoo is a leader in zoos. No concrete pens, just fenced off sections of the real jungle. It was a fabulous place then. I have heard of it since I came home but not recently.
I became very aware of real poverty in Belize, very aware of the difference betweens haves and have not's. We have no idea. It saddens me still. St John’s Cathedral really could be in the English countryside, ‘cept for the palm tree of course. The lesser know parts of the city.
Enough of reminiscing I have a reading week to think about.