I tried once before to update my blog, but the gods of the computer and internet were against me.
I get that a lot, here in Belize. From people stealing my power cord to a wifi system that is off and on, it’s always a gamble.
There was a Canadian film maker murdered here in San Pedro, this week. Apparently, according to the press, it was a robbery gone wrong. I’m not surprised, because there are some sinister-looking characters walking around, and you daren’t leave anything unattended. They will take anything and everything that isn’t under lock and key.
Presently there is someone using a power sander in the background. For an island in the middle of the sea, with a repetitively small population, one is constantly bathed in noise – even in the wee hours. At about 2:00 a couple of women came home drunk, babbling and slamming doors, and after they finished the garbage men came along to toss bottles , etc. So when you say you are going to bed, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are going to sleep.
One of the heart-breaking aspects around here are the feral dogs – about a dozen of them. They wander around unwanted, looking for water and food, and even affection. I try to save some scraps for them – one or two, anyway – but I can’t feedd them all. In addition, I don’t want them boding with me since they’ve already been abandoned one (or may more times.) It is very sad.
The wind has picked up again, and it is quite windy. The problem with winds is that it blows the sand around – fine partials that coat everything – and salt spray that makes it sticky. The temperature is fine, as usual (29C). but it feels cooler than it is.
Oh great. Someone with a kid just moved in a couple of doors away. More noise!