Belize Day 2: The Chicken Bus
Public transportation is an interesting way to get a feel for a country, especially when your wife is the only person with blonde hair on the bus. But I've gotten ahead of myself.
Belize is slightly larger than Massachusetts. It's a melting pot of Creoles, Mestizos, Garifuna, Maya, East Indians, and very few Caucasians. The country gained independence from Britain in 1981. (Damn, those Brits don't know when to let go.) We felt the ride would be a good introduction to the country and its people.
We woke early to the sounds of birds. Ate a little breakfast at the Smokey Mermaid. Then caught a cab ride over to the bus station. You cannot miss the building because it is painted entirely in yellow with red and green trim. Now picture two fair-skinned Americans with luggage getting out of a cab and they're the only tourists at the station. Trying to look confident, we strode into the terminal. A man directed us to the bus and we nabbed the last two seats.
We woke early to the sounds of birds. Ate a little breakfast at the Smokey Mermaid. Then caught a cab ride over to the bus station. You cannot miss the building because it is painted entirely in yellow with red and green trim. Now picture two fair-skinned Americans with luggage getting out of a cab and they're the only tourists at the station. Trying to look confident, we strode into the terminal. A man directed us to the bus and we nabbed the last two seats.
The bus has an employee that rides with the driver to collect fares while it's moving down the road. We were heading to the Belize Zoo, about an hour away from town. The ride cost $7BZ for the both of us. The bus stopped several times to pick up more passengers. Sad to say, no chickens got on the bus. They are not allowed on Sunday’s due to people being in their church clothes.
We started to notice the kids were staring at Diane. They kept moving closer for a better look. I suddenly realized that she was the only person with blonde hair on the bus. The kids found it fascinating and couldn't help but stare. I jokingly started calling Diane, the "Blonde Goddess" of the Chicken Bus.
Hot. Stuffy. Cramped. That's what it felt like to ride the local bus. There were however lots of friendly smiles on everyone's face that we met. An hour later, they dumped us out on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
Next: The Belize Zoo
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