Happily giving thanks

A long day of travel got us from Denver to Belize with no troubles. The airport in Belize City was small, and it took less than thirty minutes to clear immigration, gather our bags, and get through customs. I guess I had not read as thoroughly as usual, but English is the official language in Belize, making listening to directions a piece of cake. The information lady sent us out to a cab to ferry us over to the bus terminal. From there, a 5pm "express bus" would got us out to San Ignacio. We thought "express" might be an upgrade from the US school buses they use to move passengers around the country. No. Express means it is a direct shot to San Ignacio from Belize City, with a stop in Belmopan (the capital). A little bit of a misnomer. Indeed, this bus did not stop at every bus stop along the Western Highway; however, coming out of Belize City and going in and out of Belmopan, the bus stopped frequently for passengers. No worries, it was still only a two hour fifteen minute ride. Of course I've put on about 100 pounds since I rode a bus like this in elementary school, and I think the amount of cushion in the seat is commiserate with an eight-year-old's butt. Despite the sore bums, we made it to San Ignacio without a hitch, and the hotel was about a good rock throw from where they deposited us from the bus. Betty, the owner, met us at the door and got us all set up. We made a quick trip around our neighborhood before hitting the rack.Baca lagi