For virgin traveler, ease into Belize

  • Article by: RAYMOND GRUMNEY , Star Tribune
  • Updated: November 16, 2013 - 2:08 PM

Swarming sharks, howler monkeys and Mayan temples rewarded a timid traveler for his first international (though still nearby) trip.

 

The water taxi revved its outboard motors, spitting the scent of gasoline into the tropical air, and then took off, headed from Belize City to San Pedro Town on Ambergris Caye, 35 miles away. Onboard, airplane-weary tourists, commuting locals, boxes destined for island businesses — and my wife and I with our luggage — crowded on wooden benches for the hour-plus trip.

Once the boat took off, we quickly lost sight of the onboard chaos and instead became absorbed in the tranquil view.

To call the waters of the Caribbean turquoise is to sell them short. There is an underpinning of deep ultramarine, topped by intricate cerulean waves shimmering across the surface. When the sun casts a certain light, the water seems lit from below and downright otherworldly.

That’s what I’d come for: to dive into a whole other world.

It took me decades to get a passport, and not because of some State Department mistake. When I landed last winter in Belize, I was a 56-year-old virgin traveler. I had never been outside the continental United States — or my own travel comfort zone. It’s not that I fear planes or other modes of travel. I simply prefer to vacation in places I have been before, where I know what to expect ­— places I consider emotionally safe. And I bet I’m not alone.

 

My wife has no such hesitation. She arranged for us to get passports several years ago. When they arrived in the mail, mine quickly landed in the back of my sock drawer, where I would have been happy to keep it tucked away. My wife, though, had other ideas.

After she pushed and cajoled and showed me pictures of tropical beaches, I finally agreed to vacate the country for one week. All it took was a few clicks of her mouse and our vacation was set for Belize, a country in our time zone, where dollars are welcome and where English is the official language — but, still, a world away. And so we had taken the first step in what, to me anyway, was a huge adventure.

Culture shock

On Ambergris Caye, the water taxi docked in front of the Conch Shell Inn, right where we were staying, so we quickly checked in, unpacked and then headed out for a walk.

That’s when the culture shock set in.

Some of the dining options on the island were housed in colorful but dilapidated shacks no larger than a garden shed. Everywhere we walked, locals wanted to sell us handicrafts. A humble general store was called “Caye Mart,” in a cheeky nod to the American chain. Bicycles and golf carts zoomed along the pothole-pocked roads. We were two among many wandering tourists; Ambergris Caye is a popular vacation spot because of its proximity to Mayan ruins, a vibrant coral reef that parallels the island, and its sunshine and charm.

I felt fortunate that we decided on the Conch Shell Inn, which is an oasis of calm in a busy little beach town. More important than location to me, though, is that it is owned and operated by a couple from Richfield, Joan and Mark Johnson. Joan felt like a friend from home, albeit one who knew just what to do, where to eat and what tours to take.

Mayan adventure

We rose early for our daylong trip to Lamanai, an archaeological site that was once a major Mayan city. Thanks to the recommendation of Joan, our tour avoided a return to Belize City. Instead, we wound our way through the back country.

First, we navigated a river lined with mangroves and stopped in the tiny town of Bomba, which lacks both running water and electricity. After an open-air lunch and a look at handcrafted sculptures by artists there, we hopped onto a rickety blue school bus and bounced along the Old Northern Highway. Finally, we took a boat ride up the New River.

Along the way, our drivers and guides told us about their country, stopping often to point out crocodiles, spider monkeys, bats hanging from a tree and a giant termite nest that rose from the branch of a tree like some giant, overgrown mushroom.

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