(^86) Orange Walk – Corozal - 53 kilometres
The ride to Corozal, the northernmost town in Belize, was short but into a
headwind, past vast sugarcane fields. The wind grew stronger, and we opted for
accommodation in Corozal. It was a good thing too, as no sooner had we offloaded,
than the rain came bucketing down.
Later that evening, after the rain had subsided, a leisurely saunter took us to the
square and supermarket. Not much happened in teeny Corozal and I contemplated
investigating the nearby ruins. Still, it involved a boat ride and the sea was far too
rough to undertake such a trip.
Corozal, Belize – Chetumal, Mexico – 27 kilometres
From our abode in Belize, a short 13-kilometre cycle led to the Mexican border, and
one of the few times, we encountered a tad of a hiccup. Upon entering Belize, the
immigration staff entered the wrong date in Ernest’s passport. In addition, their
computer systems weren’t connected at the time, which was a problem for all
involved. So, we waited patiently while phone calls and faxes went back and forth.
Eventually, all were sorted out and we could proceed to Mexico.
On stepping over the border, I undoubtedly found myself in Mexico, a land of colour,
sizeable American pick-up trucks, and Corona beer but minus the sombreros. Barely
10 kilometres further were Chetumal, the first city after crossing the border and a
convenient place to draw Mexican pesos. Ernest needed bike spares (again), and all
items were unearthed in the centre of town.
leana
(Leana)
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