Walk at your own risk…

There are very few sidewalks in San Pedro, nor cars. Most of the traffic is golf carts, bicycles, and pedestrians.

The safety factor runs from risky to hazardous, as most drivers are either first-time tourists, or locals who drive like maniacs. BTW, octogenarians pushing walkers are worth a full 35 points!

I have developed the routine of having a rum and coke with my meals. Rum is the local export here, and is cheap by law ($6 BZD for a 40 0z-er). Nonetheless, the restaurant charges $6BZD for a 1-oz shot.

Not very economical, says I, so I went out to buy a bottle for myself. As fate would have it, and government, (both of which are trying to bankrupt me), the booze store was closed, so I ended up buying one from the local convenience store ($18 BZD).

When I got back to the hotel I poured myself a shot, and WHOOO! This stuff has to be 90% proof!

Noise continuous to be an annoyance. That boom box sound – loud enough to be heard over a stand-up fan – went on until about two or three AM. Since I have an alleyway behind my room, I have no idea where it’s coming from, but it sounds like a subway constantly running through.

There’s always one flaw, even in paradise.

Angle parking only, but beyond that you're on your own.
Angle parking only, but beyond that you’re on your own.

Laundry day…

It’s Laundry day.

Mind you, when the temp is 31C with a 10 – 15 mph breeze, you can wash one minute and dry the next. It’s an outdoor launderer’s dream.

The one constant here – as it is 90% of North America – is noise: loud, mind-numbing, gratuitous noise.

There is some nearby idiot with a ‘boom box’ that sounds like the guns of Navarone, and in about a mile of beach there are no screaming kids except outside my seat at the restaurant.

This morning, one of the feral dogs (of which there are many) came into the restaurant looking for something to eat, and the waitress started to put the run on him until I told her that I’d rather have dogs than kids, and bought him a takeout order of bacon and eggs.

Latins are boisterous, too. Even if they are shoulder to shoulder, they can’t seem to carry on a conversation at less than a shout.

They also have a love for reggae/rap crap, which has all the subtly of a sledge hammer with words, so I spend a good deal of my time grinding my teeth.

laundry day

Aftermath of the storm, etc.

After last night’s fairly major blow, the storm drapes were still up when I went for breakfast this morning. In addition, there are white caps in the bay, and the water is literally boiling out on the barrier reef.

Most restaurants along the beach are patio-style with a very small interior – if any at all. My hotel room, for example, has no glass; only screens with adjustable metal shutters. I mean, who needs windows when the temperature only drops to 22C at night?!

Today is Thanksgiving. The Belizeans celebrate it with the Americans. The restaurant pictured below (where I eat most of the time) is serving Thanksgiving dinner – jerk turkey with all the trimmings, and steak and lobster. I am going for the latter, but I’d love to try the jerk turkey.

It’s a cool 25C today.

Storm drapes at Jambel's Jerk Pit restaurant.
Storm drapes at Jambel’s Jerk Pit restaurant.

Here comes the storm, and other observations

2015 11 25_0206Here comes the storm!

I’ve been playing pack-up-your-things-and-run-inside all day, but so far I haven’t gotten wet.

It’s strange, but on an island there is no thunder and lightning (that I’ve experienced): Just black skies and sheets of rain that reach the water. In addition, it only rains, etc., for about 30 min. max.

Ambergris is not a typical example of living in Belize. The scenery is beautiful, and the temps divine, but the prices are top buck for 3rd world.

Still, I’d like to live here. That’s a combination of wanting to put Wynne’s Ontario and Trudeau’s ‘white-knight’ Canada behind me, and – on the other hand – the draw of gorgeous vistas and 29C temps.

Anyone see a flaw in that?

Ooops, Time to run inside again. Ta-ta for now.

Getting closer...
Getting closer…
Thar she blows!
Thar she blows!

Brief update

Temp 26C

Rain again. It has rained for the 5th consecutive day, and I’m wearing out my computer – not from writing, but from carry it back and forth inside.

The rain isn’t a problem if it’s coming straight down, but it is invariably accompanied by strong winds that blow it inside the veranda.

Coincidence: The chap who moved into the room next to mine grew up in Orillia.

Incompetence: I brought two rain panchos with me, and neither one of them work properly. The hang over the shoulders well enough, but the rest is all open. They’re not sewn properly – which isn’t a surprise.

Just got back from having an appetizer which they call “lunch.” Two of them would make a meal.

Gerry’s Marvellous Adventure–Week II

Temperature: 25C

It’s a rainy day, but fortunately not overly windy. The odd drop blows inside, but I am still able to work outside.

roomAs I mentioned last day, The Inn is basic but clean and comfortable. I am particularly pleased that it has a refrigerator for my insulin, and that I am able to access the shower (very cautiously, mind.) Instead of a tub bathroom– which is useless to me without a transfer bench – it has a step-over ledge. Therefore, if I position the walker beside the toilet, and hang onto the taps, I can step inside.

Presently I am at breakfast. I have had to switch restaurants from the cheaper to the more expensive because I couldn’t access the toilet in the former. This one is no hell either – the seat nearly fell off of it while I was using it just now – but at least I can get at it.

roof repairThings are laid back here on Ambergris. The crew that was shingling this little roof (something that would have taken a few hours in Canada) took nearly a week to do. They are quick with a buck, though. It doesn’t matter that the U.S. dollar is worth 2 to 1 BZD because the price of everything is double as well.

By the way, the Canadian dollar is supposed to be worth about $1.50 BZD, but by the time the banks get finished taking their pound of flesh it’s worth about $1.38! The Loonie must be one of the poorest performing currencies in the world thanks to Harper and now Trudeau. Moreover, I just read the news that the stock markets are down as well. I did well saving and investing my money reasonably carefully, and now a bunch of numbskull politicians and multi-million-dollar corps are bleeding me dry.

I have been thinking of moving farther up the coast where it is cheaper – perhaps Corasal. However, it is not quite as easy as all that. It involves packing up and taking a boat, plus finding a hotel that is not asking an arm and leg in rent. So it takes some thinking.

The one thing that is consistently good is the temperature. In my experience, it very seldom varies by more than two or three degrees from 27C – even at night – so I am able to work outside until 11:00 PM, or so.

With that sort of schedule I am making good progress, and anticipate that the rewrites to Two Irish Lads will be finished on schedule for the March 17th market.

Here are some random photos I have taken.

Most of the palm trees here are coconut palms. However,. they're usually cut down before they bonk someone on the head!
Most of the palm trees here are coconut palms. However,. they’re usually cut down before they bonk someone on the head!
A Frigate Bird. I was surprised how large they are. They're like vultures - just hanging around until something dies or pops up.
A Frigate Bird. I was surprised how large they are. They’re like vultures – just hanging around until something dies or pops up.
A wondrous bird is the pelican; his beak can hold more then his belly can!
A wondrous bird is the pelican; his beak can hold more then his belly can!

Life on Ambergris Caye

Ambergris Caye, Belize: Temp 29C

Water taxi - No Queen Elizabeth II!
Water taxi – No Queen Elizabeth II!

I left Belize City at 9:30 AM, Thursday – not reluctantly I might add – and boarded a water taxi for Ambergris. Originally I had in mind a regular ferry boat with decks and such, but that was not the case. Rather, it was a very utilitarian-looking craft built for speed and not comfort (as my lightly padded bottom can attest.) What with the hard plastic seats, and the bucking of waves, one-hour-and-thirty-minutes took quite a toll on my derriere.

 

 

Hard plastic seats are hard on the posterior!
Hard plastic seats are hard on the posterior!
A squall blows up while we're underway. Not a big one, thank goodness.
A squall blows up while we’re underway. Not a big one, thank goodness.

 

The Conch Shell Inn

2015 11 07_0138The Inn is a modest but reasonably honest establishment: The $50-a-night I’m paying would be reasonable if the Canadian dollar wasn’t ‘Harperized’ in order to manipulate his re-election. It is clean and comfortable, and the manager (Kit) is wonderful at coming up with whatever you need. Mind you, everything in this neighbourhood is tourist-priced, so you are paying top buck everytime you purchase something (i.e. $18 BZD for breakfast, which works out to be about $12 CAD.)

However, the view is divine. I don’t compare it to any tropical scene I have seen before, because they are just pictures, but this is real: Beautiful sea-scape, interesting and charming architecture, and pastel colours everywhere. Plus, there is a constant and varied traffic passing by.

View from the Conch
View from the Conch
Actually, this is were I generally have breakfast. Palm trees and sand
Actually, this is were I generally have breakfast. Palm trees and sand

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The temperature is also ideal. It is hot in the sun, but where I work there is a constant breeze that is better than any AC ever designed.

 

My work station on the veranda (where I am right now) :)
My work station on the veranda (where I am right now) 🙂

Which brings us around to my work station. I work on the veranda 90% of the time. Yesterday we had a bit of a tropical depression blow through, but otherwise I worked here until 12 midnight. There are no bugs that I have encountered, and Kit has set me up with a table and light, so it’s full speed ahead with the novel.

No money from the government (figures!)

No money has come through from the government – re my disability benefit – so that stupid woman who was my accountant has cost me big money on account of her divorce. Something in the vicinity of $1,000 – $1,500 (so far) I figure. Nonetheless, I intend to see this work/vacation through.

Would I live here full time? Yes. Not in a tourist area like Ambergris, but perhaps Placencia or Carosal. A $100 BZD is worth about $70 ‘Harperized’ Canadian, so prices are affordable, and as 3rd world as this country may be (in some respects) it is still more livable than Wynne’s Ontario.

More, when I get a chance to explore.