Now isn’t this just about the slickest cab you’ve ever seen? No A/C, the windows were stuck, and the shocks were shot. I’m pretty sure we were riding right on the axles, just like a buggy ride because I could feel every pothole, and there were sure plenty of those.
We took a tour of the water front as we headed out to a marine store that was on the way to the airport. As we were just about at the entrance to the store, our driver said, “You did call to see if they were open today, didn’t you?” It was Saturday; we had sort of lost track of the days. Do you think he probably knew they weren’t open? We all thought so, in hind sight; 20-20 don’t you know.
Well, we headed back to town to do our shopping and had to almost pull the driver’s teeth to get him to tell us which store would be the best to visit. We ended up going right down town.
I’m not sure any of us took a photo that really shows the essence of downtown. This photo is one of Darnell’s, and it is about as close as I can find. The buildings are run down, the streets look like a war zone, the windows are all barred, and this city is the only place we have visited thus far where I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. There were enough of us that we didn’t have to worry, but neither Joy nor I would ever visit this city again, and as a first-timer, I would be very careful where I go or what I do. Perhaps it was just the whole atmosphere, but none of us felt safe, and we were all more than ready to head back to the marina and back to our own boats. Later, everyone echoed the same feeling, none of us would ever return to this city. Larry, who served in Vietnam said, in all his years there, he had never seen anything like Belize City. That about sums it up.
So here we are, back on the same day, and more than ready to relax in our own homes. It was hot here, hotter than blazes, and our AC never stopped running until the sun went down, then only once in a while. But we were home, safe, still laughing, and glad to be in the protected waters of Belize. That night, the dive boat protecting Ocean Angel freed her dock lines and struggled to get away from the dock; winds were 20+, right on her beam, and she belched all kinds of black smoke as she roared her engines working to pull away. She was pinned hard and had to apply full power against her spring lines to swing the stern out far enough that she could back away. About 45 minutes later she was away, and then the waters really got rough. As it was, we spent the roughest night at dock we have ever encountered. There were moments when I thought we might be tossed out of the bunks as the boat surged and snapped against the dock lines. It was like being in a washing machine.