Belize City
Arrived late in Belize City and got a cab to an ATM since we had no Belizean currency. The first ATM rejected our cards - uh oh - but luckily the second one we tried worked OK. The hotel we had decided to stay at had been shut down so once again we relied on Lonely Planet's second choice called "The North Front Street Guest House". When we saw it we were reminded more of a seedy brothel than a hotel. Oh well. Taxi driver ripped us off again but we were too scared to argue because he was called Herman and had a fat neck. Were both tired so decided to just go to sleep. On closer inspection, our beds turned out to be ex army surplus cots that were collapsable and threatened to spring shut on us everytime we moved, like a venus fly trap.
After a somewhat disturbed, noisy, smelly and rickety night we rose early to find alternative accommodation in the City. This was also a mistake, since as soon as we stepped foot out of the door we were harrassed by everyone want to give us personal walking tours or taxis - bring back blissful lost in translation igonorance! This English speaking thing is not good, although Lisa appreciated the very young queen on all the currency. "The British Empire is not dead" she says. Crossed over the World's Only Swing Bridge (apparently) to escape everyone, only to be shooed back to the supposedly safe tourist side. Decided to visit the Tourist Village area, only to be accosted by Pasta Man's Negroid Ancestor (big yellow clown wig). Proceeded to list "10 great things Britain has done for the world" when he found out we were English, however we became restless when he had listed 16 things and still showed no signs of stopping. His one remaing yellow tooth also gave us cause for concern. As we attempted to leave he then asked us for money. On informaing him we had none on us, he directed us to an ATM! Can't blame a man for trying. Needless to say, this behaviour prompted us to leave Belize City immediately where we boarded the next water taxi leaving for a small island just off the coast called Caye Caulker.
Final Thoughts: Hideous.
Marks out of 10 = 0.
Next time... Caye Caulker.
