My host Jeanie, from the seafront budget lodge Jungle Jeanie, is driving me around the Garifuna village of Hopkins, on Belize’s southeastern coast.
She just returned from a trip to Canada the night before, without her luggage, and she’s frazzled. But she understands that I’ve been looking forward to visiting the more African side of Belize and that I’m dying to experience anything that is Garifuna-related.
We’re in her shiny new red pick-up truck that she’s just learning to maneuver, inching along Hopkins’ main road, at times a dirt path and at other times paved.
We pass restaurant after guesthouse after shack. Everything is closed.
Children on bicycles pass us now and then. Some riding with their little sibling huddled in the front. They come out of nowhere, and sometimes it feels as if they’re swaying towards Jeanie’s vehicle.
We continue up the next block and spot some adults, gathered under coconut trees. They look as if they’re having a lazy morning outside —->Continue reading »