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Day Seven & Eight - Belize Blog
April 22
10:22 a.m. – Late start to the morning, for no other reason other than (finally) sleeping in. Laziness. I prefer “recuperative sleep.”
Matt, Kyle (who’d win first prize in a JD Drew lookalike contest), and myself headed out to purchase the goods for an eggs breakfast. This time, to the benefit and pleasure of my extremities, I did not go habenero. This one was simple – tomatoes and garlic.
Splurged on a gallon of Caribbean Pride orange juice. I used to live on OJ; now, I honestly can’t remember the last time I downed a glass. (I had three at this setting).
11:45 a.m. – Took the 11:45 a.m. to the Belize border. Going to check out this Corozal Free Zone. The bus was an old school bus, retro-fitted with a booming stereo system (insert any sort of ethnic stereotype here) that had some real festive trumpet music cooking. I’m ready to get up and dance…but not with the smelly folks behind me.
1:29 p.m. – The Free Zone is perhaps the world’s largest flea market for knockoffs. And bad knockoffs, at that. At least on Canal Street, you can get away with the Coach bag or Patek Phillipe watch.
One store had legit – and pretty rare – Nikes, but the prices just weren’t right. And they had no interest in haggling with the gringo. So, short of getting a few stamps in the passport, the Free Zone was a waste of time.
It’s getting a wee bit warm out, so I think the hammock, some reading, and jotting down some notes are all in order. Looking forward to heading off to the Cayes tomorrow. Need some beach and island living, bwoyee (my first attempt at speaking creole – one of the three languages spoken in Belize).
4 p.m. – Grabbed a little dinner to go from Patty’s Bistro. This little gem was highly rated on all the websites and in the trusty sidekick guide book. Went with the spaghetti & meatballs. Not a dish you’d think would be outstanding in Corozal, Belize, but it did not disappoint. Just needed a change from stewed chicken and rice & beans.
They also let you sign the walls of the restaurant, so I gave the website a plug on a blank spot up by the clock.
10:22 a.m. – Late start to the morning, for no other reason other than (finally) sleeping in. Laziness. I prefer “recuperative sleep.”
Matt, Kyle (who’d win first prize in a JD Drew lookalike contest), and myself headed out to purchase the goods for an eggs breakfast. This time, to the benefit and pleasure of my extremities, I did not go habenero. This one was simple – tomatoes and garlic.
Splurged on a gallon of Caribbean Pride orange juice. I used to live on OJ; now, I honestly can’t remember the last time I downed a glass. (I had three at this setting).
11:45 a.m. – Took the 11:45 a.m. to the Belize border. Going to check out this Corozal Free Zone. The bus was an old school bus, retro-fitted with a booming stereo system (insert any sort of ethnic stereotype here) that had some real festive trumpet music cooking. I’m ready to get up and dance…but not with the smelly folks behind me.
1:29 p.m. – The Free Zone is perhaps the world’s largest flea market for knockoffs. And bad knockoffs, at that. At least on Canal Street, you can get away with the Coach bag or Patek Phillipe watch.
One store had legit – and pretty rare – Nikes, but the prices just weren’t right. And they had no interest in haggling with the gringo. So, short of getting a few stamps in the passport, the Free Zone was a waste of time.
It’s getting a wee bit warm out, so I think the hammock, some reading, and jotting down some notes are all in order. Looking forward to heading off to the Cayes tomorrow. Need some beach and island living, bwoyee (my first attempt at speaking creole – one of the three languages spoken in Belize).
4 p.m. – Grabbed a little dinner to go from Patty’s Bistro. This little gem was highly rated on all the websites and in the trusty sidekick guide book. Went with the spaghetti & meatballs. Not a dish you’d think would be outstanding in Corozal, Belize, but it did not disappoint. Just needed a change from stewed chicken and rice & beans.
They also let you sign the walls of the restaurant, so I gave the website a plug on a blank spot up by the clock. April 21
The April 21 entry had been previously posted. To go to that post, titled "From Chicken Heads to Betting on Chickens," click the link below:
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