So I’m willing to admit I had to look at a map to confirm where exactly Belize was. I knew it was vaguely in the region but I didn’t realize it shared a border with Mexico. Formerly known as “British Honduras” until 1973, the laid-back Caribbean coastal people didn’t kick the Red Coats out until 1981.
We crossed into the country by the northern Mexican border and the first night in town was a bizarre experience. The place has one of the most diverse populations in the world for such a small country: there are the original Mayans who were overtaken by the usual Spanish conquistador submission, the British who later came in and colonized and brought Chinese workers for their mahogany farms, as well as a large black population thanks to the slave trading days in the nearby islands. And to top it all off there’s a whole bunch of German Mennonites (think Amish) running around with straw hats and whisy beards. So with English as the official language you’ve got Spanish, Chinese, German and Creole all over the place, spread out across the lowest population density in Central America.
We were meeting my extended family and had some complicated travel logistics so bringing a board was out of the question (although my fishing gear had to come). I was a little disappointed when our boat pulled up to the national park snorkel area and there was a glassy little reef pass peeling unnoticed. The laid back island-style boat captain was quick to discourage: “Beleeeeze me mon, der aint nah way chewwanna churf out der. You gonna git sliced up real nice on dee coral”. I didn’t bother arguing, but looked damn fun to me. Maybe I’ll make it back some day…