Sounds exotic doesn’t it? It’s basically one of those bits of the Empire that time forgot. I think it had some strategic value once, and squaddies trained in the jungle eating rats and stuff like that, but now it’s like Gibralta, without the rock. They have a toy money here, as all money that is not yours appears to be toy money, it has a very old picture of the queen on it, like when she was a teenager. I guess they can’t afford to update it. At least it says “Belize” on it and not “British Honduras”.
The bus ride from Merida was without incident, and not to tiring. Then you get some chicken bus for 60 pesos that gets you through the border and the first place you hit is Corozal. It’s like Mexico, except all the signs are in English and there are some black people who are not American toruists. The sea is very tanquil, and the beach empty, and the town at the moment empty. Only food to be had is Chinese, but I’m assured it will get a bit more lively later on.
If you are into nature and jumping on a plank with a sail attached I’m told it’s fine. If you are a tax exile with you own supply of cocaine and Colombian supermodels and Sky TV, I’d guess it’s tolerable. If you have the misfortune to be in an iron lung, then I’d guess it’s as good or better than anywhere. The closest I can get to this to give you an idea is that it’s like Anglesey with sun.
Maybe years ago I had to work in Anglesey, when I arrived at the hotel it was raining, and windy and nothing matched anything in the room, and everyone was Welsh.
I sat in my room, and wept.