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I didn't include more details in the prior "The Cruise" post for two reasons. 1)  I didn't think anyone would be interested; and 2)  This trip didn't include much of the normal topics:  good beer, good coffee or John-style travel. But there are details, which may be useful to some people contemplating how such a trip is put together. On the first day of the trip, we drove three hours to pick up my mother in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.  At 85, she isn't comfortable driving for long distances and hadn't flown for many years. We then drove 3 1/2 more hours to Chicago, where we checked into the Wyndham, where you can get a room that includes the cost of parking for up to 12 days.   We were up early on the hotel shuttle to O'Hare, where we then boarded the a non-stop American Airlines flight to New Orleans. Here, we checked into a Hampton Inn near the port.  My mother was pretty tired, so Julia and I went out for a Cajun dinner and live music.   Rememberi...

Belize: The Mayans (Days One and Two)



Day One:
Our plans for the second half of the trip were open-ended and without any schedules.  While we had flown from Belize City to San Pedro (approx $100), Julia and I decided to take the ferry back to Belize City ($15).  We had no idea of what the ferry would be like, but I guess that I assumed it would have a cabin and be bigger.  Fortunately, it didn’t rain, and the seas were smooth.  I was worried because the departure time was delayed while they cleaned up some puke on the floor and helped the sick woman disembark.  I don’t know for sure, but I believe that alcohol or drugs may have been a factor.  Anyway, we made sure not to sit on that side of the boat.

After 90 minutes of boat motoring, we arrived in Belize City.  We were originally going to take the bus from Belize City to San Ignacio, but Julia was worried that bus travel might be difficult with our large suitcases and reports of crowded buses.  On the previous night, I emailed a couple of shuttle services and arranged for a $35 van shuttle to San Ignacio with one stop at the airport to pick up another couple.  The pickup turned out to be an adventure.  Our van driver wasn’t there at our arrival, and some street people were trying to help out.  One guy wanted me to put money on his cracked phone so that he could make calls to our van service.  I might have been born in Iowa but not yesterday.  Just when we were ready to walk to the bus station, the van driver arrived.  We enjoyed a comfortable, air-conditioned, two-hour ride to San Ignacio near Belize’s western border with Guatemala.  The driver dropped us off at our $50/night Airbnb, and we were soon taking it easy.

Our hosts were Landy and Erva.  Landy is an elections administrator, senior justice of the peace, and commissioner to the Belize Supreme Court.  His wife owned and operated Erva’s restaurant in San Ignacio before turning it over to their son.  They were incredible hosts:  offering us drinks, cooking dinner one night, giving us rides around the area, providing recommendations, and more than willing to discuss politics and issues of the day.

Belize was once British Honduras before gaining its independence. English is the official language, although Spanish is widely spoken also.  Back in the 1880’s, Belize’s borders were established via treaty with England and Guatemala.  Unfortunately, Guatemala contends that the treaty was with England and not modern Belize.  Guatemala is interested in Belize’s natural resources and tourism.  The big political issue in Belize and Guatemala is that referendums will be held this spring to decide whether to send the matter to the International Court of Justice.  Landy thinks that Belize has an excellent case but was worried about the administration/education process for the referendum.




Landy is a big fan of the United States, but has grave concerns about our current president.  He is also worried that other countries like Russia and China will fill the vacuum of credibility/leadership in Central and South America.  We live in interesting times.

That night, Julia and I dined at Hode’s Place, which was all of the way down the hill and to the other edge of the downtown area.  We got lots of exercise walking up and down the hill over the next days.  Dinner was terrific.  Julia had jerk pork, and I had an onion stew.  We were joined for dinner by these two well-fed companions.




Day Two:
We were up early the next morning and traveling by foot to our first Mayan ruin. Cahal Pech is on the edge of San Ignacio and about a mile from our host’s house.  We did get lost getting there and walked up an extra hill, but a business owner turned us in the right direction, shouting “Don’t use Google maps in this city,  It doesn’t work.”

The only ruins that I had ever seen before were fallen barns and outbuildings, so this was something new to me and old for the world.




There was hardly anyone else visiting, so we had the ruins mostly to ourselves.  I can only imagine all of the rules and regulations that would have been imposed if something like this was in America.  Here, we were free to climb up the temple steps and explore the palace rooms.




I was glad that we saw Cahal Pech first because it was the smallest of the ruins that we saw and was a good introductory lesson about the Mayans.  We learned that the temple and palace were only for the elites, and that the regular folks rarely stepped here.  The Mayan elites were also very  much into blood sacrifice: Cutting off finger tips and mutilating genital areas were areas of specialty that  pleased their gods.  Prisoners and animals were also sacrificed.  The elites consumed hallucinogenic drugs and stretched their heads to the point of deformity.  The Mayans kept an accurate though different calendar and were known for use of the number zero.  Some people believed that the end of the world would occur at the end of the Mayan calendar.  It didn’t.  Our host argued that the Mayans only predicted that the end of the calendar marked the beginning of a new turbulent time. Hindsight is 20/20; predictions are tougher.




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