It's 3pm on a Saturday, my precious personal time, and torrential rain has been pouring with hardly a break since 2.30am, causing me to put my plans for the day on hold.
When it rains in Belize City it's like the end of the world. As the City lies three feet below sea level the streets are quickly awash if not completely flooded. I take back every bad thing I've ever said about Crocs being ugly and ungainly, and now accept that when God in his wisdom invented them he had Belize City in the rain in mind.
I started my day by doing my housework (15 minutes) and sorting my laundry (5 minutes). After an hour doing Sudokus, I realised the rain might not stop today, so I turned up my trouser bottoms, put on my Crocs and my full length plastic coat, and set off in the rain.
I walked the two miles into town, sloshing through the puddles resigned to the constant downpour, and by chance wandered down a street I'd never noticed before. I eventually came to a place advertising itself as Bird Island, with restaurant and bar. What a treat it was! The restaurant was open sided under a palapa (large thatched roof), and looked out directly over the sea. Although the Caribbean was grey and choppy today instead of its usual tranquil turquoise, those of us who had braved the weather were entertained by the sight of huge pelicans fishing from the deck together with herons and egrets.
My delicious lunch of barbecue baby back ribs, beans, mashed potato, coleslaw and tortillas, washed down by two large rum and cokes, cost six pounds - my extravagance for the week.
I'm at the internet cafe now posting my blog, aware that although I scrubbed my face with a napkin I may have traces of barbecue sauce from ear to ear. But hey, I don't care - don't worry be happy!
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