72 hours into my adventures as a guidebook writer in Belize and whoa.
I’m already enjoying every minute–meeting wonderful folks, making new friends and finding the latest and greatest in lodging, eateries, activities and more. I’m used to doing the latter for my blog and even for myself, but it’s hard to describe the joy that comes from knowing that I’m doing this for an even bigger purpose.
It’s also been interesting to see just how much changes in a place in two to three years’ time.
I flew in on an absolutely weather-perfect, glorious day. I took the domestic airline, Tropic Air, to one of the northern cayes or offshore islands (the most visited area in Belize). How pretty is the water? It never ceases to amaze me.
Good thing I had the forethought of asking the pilot at the airport if I could sit up front with him. Thanks, Brendan! I’ve also captured daily footage and will be putting together one-minute videos of different parts of the country as I move along. I may even try to put myself in those videos, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that, yet (haha).
I arrived on day one of the conch season opening in Belize. Some of the fishermen let me hang out with them on the back of the island for a few minutes to watch and shoot, while they told me of the latest–from conservation efforts to how a trio of Australian tourists were caught last week snorkeling the local, protected marine reserve solo sans licensed tour guide (illegal by the way).
I met two talented artists by pure serendipity; one of them makes and sells beautiful Garifuna drums of all sizes (more later).
I found the best homemade fry jacks on the island (you’ll have to get the book to find out, ha!) – as well as the cheapest Belizean breakfast plate at just US$1.50 (US$2.50 with a mug of coffee).
It’s still the rainy (shhh, hurricane) season and on a stormy Tuesday I witnessed a waterspout for the first time ever. Good thing I had my camera, even if not my telephoto lens.
I’m pulling super, duper long hours already–as I anticipated. I’m up and working from 7 a.m. up all the way until midnight with few breaks in between other than eating and showering–hitting the pavement, meeting folks, taking notes and then writing it all up. But with views like this throughout my day? It’s all pretty bearable. All I need now is for the sand flies to stop loving me so much.