|Sunrise, Belize City Municipal Airport. Take that, Pearson!|
|Iskia. At least she didn't try to kill me.|
|Where my left kidney would try to exit via my navel.|
2. Bend It Like Beckam: Me. While attending to, shall we say, personal issues after injuring my ego and my hip/kidney/spleen/any other organ on my left side, I found I had to have the dexterity of an unbaked pretzel to complete the job without causing me excruciating pain. And with my bathroom window right by the kitchen at the B and B, I am sure they were wondering about the screaming.
|Arturo. Don't let his smile fool you. He tried to kill me.|
5. All Things happen In Threes: So for the mission, I had two other room mates. It was wonderful. Two of us yelling across the third roomie because we couldn't hear well. The third roomie had the blankies drawn up over her head. We could hear some muttering for about a half hour from beneath the blankets, but were suprised by a jack-in-the-box appearance and an appeal to be quiet. WHAT?????
6. Modesty: Some folks have no sense 'cause their mamas never learned them. I have visuals engraved forever on the billboard of my brain. And it ain't pretty.
7. Itching For A Scratch: Doesn't matter what country you are in, just the very mention of scabies sends me into an itching frenzy. If I see a patient with it? Let's just say I'd be your scratch person if you buy scratch and wins in bulk. I'd want half the take, please, for putting up with the
And there I was on that big honking luxury bus, the ONLY passenger. Period. With two drivers. Something about being in a herd that creates heat. My herd of three created diddly squat, especially when the second driver disappeared out of the bus once we were outside of Merida. The driver, Jose, had no control over the air con, I guess to keep the head sheep awake during the trip.
I put on the tshirt, then the socks, then tried to snuggle in the seats and into the curtains, to no avail. I think the vents were everywhere. Even in the seat cushions.
I was looking forward to the heat of the outside air when I arrived at the Mexican border at 2 AM. Ha! I laughed at the face of adversity, as I laughed at the outdoor temps that were colder than that wheeled meat locker.
|Belize Municipal Airport Sunrise. Take that, Miami!|
Until we were a few minutes away from the bus terminal in Belize City. We pulled off to the side, I heard the luggage hold open, and lo and behold, out popped Jose. He had a blanket, something else the bus lacked besides heat. The only thing I could think of was that he was on a tray much like you find in a morgue. Hell, he was even covered up, like we cover up bodies, well, not with the heavy duty plastic wrap they put them in. And my two drivers, my Really Big Bus, and I, arrived at the Belize City bus station. In the cold. At about 5 AM.
|Take that, Betty Grable!|
|Why I do what I do.|