(^72) Belmopan - Belize City - 83 kilometres
While heading in the direction of Belize City, we, at last, reached level ground. But,
as with flat areas, one always seems to be into the wind. Ernest nursed his bike
along; as soon as he applied pressure to the peddles, the chain snapped.
We moved along slowly but still got to Belize City in good time, where we weren’t
referred to as gringos, but as simply as “White Boy” or “White Woman”. LOL!
Belize City was significantly livelier than Belmopan and gave hope of finding a bike
shop. We did indeed spot two shops but none had the necessary parts. Locating
lodging was far easier, as kind Belizeans were ever ready to point one in the right
direction.
The following morning was for visiting the Mexican embassy, and getting a visa was
quick and uncomplicated. Not only was it fast but being issued a free six-month
visa, instantly endeared me to Mexico. Afterwards, Ernest set out looking for a bike
shop and, in the process, found nearly all the items he needed.
Trundling around town was rather interesting and music seemed everywhere. The
Garifuna are master percussionists, and I was convinced I would know every Bob
Marley song by heart upon leaving Belize.
leana
(Leana)
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