Our excursion, which took us to a remote island, lasted a bit longer than we had hoped and one hour before the ship was to leave, the bf and I hopped onto a water taxi and taxied off towards the main city. We ran around as quickly as we could to collect the standard gifts and rushed back to our boat. Getting stranded is not an option. The place was unbelizable! Or not! I wish that I could tell you what Belize City is really like. But I can't. All I can say is that the drop-off area for our cruiser has developed into yet another touristy hot spot full of nothing but offerings tainted with junky souvy's and the like. And I know I have helped to attribute to this awful cause because I wanted to go on this splenda equal sweet-n-low trip and visit these exotica locations. Well, so did millions of other people. So the capitol of Belize jumped at the chance to capitalize on that. Kiosk after kiosk of people selling stuff you could buy anywhere. I was just a bit disappointed. You better Belize it.
These apocalypto ladies were supposed to be Mayan princesses or something. Yes. Because I'm easily convinced that they donned peacock feather head gear. Or did they? Well I know for certain they didn't wear leopard print shirts. That's just bad fasion in every era.
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