Young man if you wanna ask me,
Young man if you wanna be free,
Y-M-C-A! Y-M-C-A! Y-M-C-A!
YMCA, by the VILLAGE PEOPLE, a hit in North America in the '70's, it's
now a huge hit at Strawberry's Bar in Belize City. So much of a hit,
it's played at 300 decibels, over and over and over.... Belize, Central
America. Twenty years behind North America, but catching up fast. Y-M-C-A!
Y-M-C-A! The only patrons who's ears aren't bleeding, are the usual
collection of flea-ridden, mangey dogs that congregate everywhere in
Belize.
Hanging below more powerful Mexico to the north and more seedy Guatamala
to the east and south, Belize has a precarious existance, made more
precarious by the departure of the British forces that have been protecting
Belize from predatory Guatamala. Although there will be the BDF (Belize
Defence Force) remaining to defend the country from attack, some Belizians
have voiced doubts as to their effectiveness and question whether the
BDF can remain impartial in a VERY politically polarized country. To
get an idea of how polarized Belize is, pick up any one of the half
dozen weeklies that come out on Wednesday. (all dated the following
Saturday) Each one rabidly supports one or the other of the two political
parties. The UDP, (United Democratic Party) or the PUP. (Peoples United
Party) Both names classic oxymorons. Supporters of both parties are
completely absorbed in slagging each other other off via their newspapers.
Laws of libel mean absolutely nothing to Belizian editors who have happily
adopted the 'American supermarket tabloid code of ethics'. A favorite
topic is government corruption. In one case, a government member switched
parties in exchange for a rental car with free gas.
Belize is a mixture of races: White, Creole, Garifuna and Mayan. The
Creoles tend to think of themselves as a superior race, with the Mayans
relegated to servant status. Odd, considering that the Mayans were building
cities that had everything except a 7-11 before the Creoles even existed
and Europeans were still figuring out which end of the club to use.
Despite opression and poverty the Mayans are a gentle lot. Friendly
and very intelligent. Unfortunately for the Mayan children, few make
it past grade 4. the cost of school books, uniforms and board in a distant
town is too much for the average Mayan parent.
Walk through the ruins of the Mayan city of Xuntanich in Cayo district,
or Tikal in Guatamala. It's a tragedy to think that the decendants of
those that built these civilizations are changing bedsheets in luxury
resorts.
Belize City features weekly murders, daily muggings, unemployment
and suicides. Not to dissimilar from our own Nort American cities. Belize
City's only hope for redemption is that the surrounding mangrove swamps
are being cleared for development, opening the city up to the next hurricane.
As most of the city is below sea level, or very close to it, it's only
a matter of time before the entire city floats out to sea. Avoid staying
in Belize city if at all possible.
CAYO DISTRICT It isn't until you drive out of Belize city that you
start to get a feel for the real Belize. Every second roadside shanty
seems to either have a bar or a grocery store attached. There are no
convenience stores to scar the landscape and transportation is sparodic,
(most buses are retired U.S. school buses. The largest bus line being
the BATTY BROS.) The further you drive along the paved Western highway,
the wilder it gets. An hour out of the city you'll pass the Belize Zoo.
Don't pass it. It's one of the few zoos that allow the animals to roam
free. Most of the residents are pets and all have names. Another hour
further on are the foothills and San Ignacio. Reached by a steel bridge
over the Macal River, San Ignacio is the commercial center of Cayo.
For information on where to stay and what to do, most travellers stop
in at Eva's.
CHAA CREEK Six miles east from San Ignacio and ten miles from the
Guatamala border, Chaa Creek Cottages are just that. Cottages. All with
palm-thatch roofs and spectacular views of the Macal River and mountains
beyond. Built over a period of years by Mick and Lucy Fleming, Chaa
Creek has become a haven for German hikers, American kayakers, Canadian
birdwatchers, British cyclists (why do the British punish themselves
so?) and the ever present roving packs of eco-grannies. Besides the
cottages, which are delightfully appointed with comfy beds, hot water,
showers and colourful Guatamalan tapestries, (oil lamp-light only, no
electricity, except at the bar and kitchen.) there is a bar and restaurant.
In the bar, as in the rest of the resort, all the staff are Mayans from
villages scattered around Belize. As in all decent establishments, everyone
at some point ends up in the bar. The restaurant next to the bar serves
serves superb meals from an ex-New York chef. Very pleasant dining,
despite occasionally being seated with couples from the U.S., who can
do nothing but talk about their investment portfolio and the problems
of interior decoration. Don't worry about locking your door at Chaa
Creek. You don't get a key anyway. Besides, even if you could lock your
door, there isn't any glass in the windows -just Louvered shutters.Crime
appears to stop at the Belize city limits.
While at Chaa Creek, a must-do is a canoe trip down the Macal River,
to the village of San Ignacio. The trip takes roughly two hours, depending
on how energetic you feel with a paddle. (Visions of icy Belikans at
Eva's can shorten the trip to 90 minutes...) The Macal river flows past
trees groaning under the weight of enormous lounging iguanas. Occasionally
a more careless iguana will lose it's footing and drop to the forest
or river below. Besides iguanas doing the backstroke, the Macal River
is home to piranhas. Smaller and more even tempered than their South
American cousins, these fish are more likely to nibble your corns than
tear flesh off your leg. As well as a great transportation route, the
river also serves as laundry and car wash for the locals. Another reason
not to drink the water...
PLACENCIA An old fishing village and refuge for the Acadian French
after the British tossed them out of Maritime Canada. Placencia is on
the cusp of being discovered by eco-tourists. Like most small Belize
towns, Placencia welcomes these new visitors, with accommodation ranging
from $140-per-night rustic resorts, to a place to lay your sleeping
bag in someones hut for under $5. Placencia is best accessed by small
plane from Belize city. There is a road, but driving it is only recommended
if you don't have any fillings in your teeth. Rum Point Resort is on
the upper end of the scale, with dinner included in the price. Catering
to the tourist that doesn't want to be disturbed, Rum Point has cottages
hidden among the palm trees and guests are left to their own devices.
Including serving yourself (be honest now) from the bar. Placencia has
fabulous unspoiled beaches and a waterfront bar that can only be reached
by negotiating a 50 ft. catwalk out over the water. The bar itself sits
perched precariously on stilts, defying hurricanes, building codes and
the law of gravity. The prospect of attempting the return journey in
the dark is a good argument for moderation.
Civilization took Placencia by storm a few years back, when the main
path through the village was upgraded to a 3 foot wide strip of cement.If
Detroit starts manufacturing three foot wide 4x4's, Placencia is doomed.
SAN PEDRO, AMBERGRIS CAY The other end of the scale from Placencia.
Where Placencia is laid back and unspoiled, San Pedro is loud, brash
and jammed with overweight tourists crammed into golf carts careening
down sandy streets, shuttling between hotel and burger bar. In the twilight
of their existence, these golf carts are still doing sterling service,
carrying many times their GVW. Fortunately, there are no highway weigh
scales on Ambergris Cay. There are two ways to get to Ambergris Cay:
By plane from Belize city, (boring) or by boat from Belize city (exciting).
Don't go to the ferry dock too early, or the local low-lifes will do
their best to relieve you of your valuables. During our wait, we were
glommed onto by an individual who was a walking pharmacy of mind-altering
drugs. It was only when I threatenmed to alter more than his mind, that
he left us alone. You will most likely share the ferry trip with locals,
livestock, hippies and enough gasoline fumes to kill off what brain
cells the Belizian 1 Barrel Rum has left you with. (Health tip: Stay
away from 1 Barrel Rum. It is the alchoholic equivalent of a mugging).
Get a spot on the roof of the boat. The scenery is spectacular and you'll
live longer.
Belize. It's cool. I only hope we don't spoil it.