Although saying farewell to Mexico was not easy for us, we were looking forward very much to our next country: Belize! It is a small country where a lot of very different ethnic groups live together peacefully and where there are Maya ruins, beautiful beaches, jungles, abundant wildlife, cave tubing, and much more. Unfortunately, however, the weather crossed our well-made plans. For the first time, we were stuck in the rain for days on end. We heard from several Belizeans that they had never experienced so much rainfall in December. This affected the mood of the locals as well.
Actually, everything started off very well. Crossing over the border was fairly smooth. We only had to pay the Mexicans another fee which we had already paid on entering the country, but, after three and a half months, we couldn’t find the receipt for it any more. No fruit, vegetables, alcohol, or mild products are allowed to be taken into Belize, so we had emptied our refrigerator the day before. The border official, however, who was talking on his cell phone the whole time, only glanced briefly into our vehicle and inspected out first-aid set before waving us on through. Since it was already pretty late, we looked for a spot for the night right near the border city of Corozal. To the delight of the children, we found a great place near the beach promenade and directly next to a playground. The spot turned out to be a perfect location because there was also a village festival right around the corner that evening, so we experienced exactly what we had expected in Mexico but never seen: a fiesta with loud music, food stalls, people all over the street, and children at the playground until late at night. Starting conversations was easy, and we were fascinated at how everyone seemed to be at least bilingual. In Belize, there are Mayans, Mestizes, Garifunas, Creoles, Mennonites, and many more peoples, and they all speak at least one other language, with English the one spoken most frequently.

The next day, the bad weather caught up to us again. We had no desire to take the boat tour to the jungle ruins of Lamanai since neither the children nor we were the least bit interested in spending several hours on the boat in the continuous drizzle. So we headed on to the “Community Baboon Sanctuary“, where black howler monkeys can roam through a protected rain forest area. After a short walk across the street and into the jungle, our guide found a family of howlers. With Robert on my arm, I was allowed to stand so that a monkey mother with her one-month-old baby hanging onto her stomach could lean onto my shoulder to eat and enjoy some banana peel (our own two little monkeys had already finished the rest of the banana). Carla bravely wanted to feed a monkey, too, but then pulled her hand away at the last moment. The monkey didn’t find this very funny at all and reached out and pulled her hair, which brought out the inner howler in Carla. In the meantime, Robert had had enough of the mosquitoes, so at least the children were happy when the tour ended and we headed back shortly afterwards. Max (who didn’t even get to feed a monkey) and I were a bit disappointed since the tour was supposed to last an hour, including intensive explanations about the monkeys and their surroundings. Our guide obviously had no great ambitions to do anything more due to the weather. Since it was still quite early, we didn’t spend the night there, but drove on further south. At the place where we spent the night, there was fortunately a roof over the picnic bench, but in the time when it wasn’t raining we were bitten to pieces by nasty sand flies and mosquitoes, even though we had tried to protect ourselves with spray and long-sleeved and long-legged clothing as well as possible.

Since the rain continued the next day and the prices were so outrageously high for foreigners, we spared ourselves another alleged highlight, the Belize zoo. Very slowly, our mood also went down the drain. Anyway, the so-called Coastal Highway, which is actually a dirt road, was lots of fun in the constant rain. The children were happy to see water in varying tones of red spraying constantly on the windows. When we arrived in Dangriga, we had a delicious lunch and then were able to see a big of the city since it really did stop raining in between. We weren’t granted a tour in the well-known factory for hot and spicy sauces since the lady who owns it clearly had no desire to show us around (yes, as we know, the bad weather weighs on moods and spirits). An excursion to the beautiful sandy beaches of the cayes, where we had hoped to spend a few vacation days, also literally “fell in the water” due to the wet weather forecasts. What else could we do? We drove on, this time into the higher inland. In any case, the supposedly most beautiful road in Belize, the Hummingbird Highway, also has great views by rainfall. At Blue Hole National Park, we took a hike to a big cave with a river flowing through it. Just when we wanted to walk back to the Bremach, however, a heavy rain shower began, so the four of us cuddled together under a tree and our little umbrella until it was clear that the shower was not going to be a short one and that the day was still long. Such rainfall in the middle of the rain forest is a real experience, and we almost let this one get under our skin.

In the mountains, there are lots and lots of caves which you probably can let yourself drift through wonderfully on a big tube (cave tubing), but the high water unfortunately prevented us from trying it. Even the cenote “Blue Hole“ was filled with lots of green-brown water instead of clear blue. Meanwhile, the rain showers had turned into incessant rain, and, after a short stop in the capitol city of Belmopan, we finally drove on to San Ignacio. The rain actually stopped for a while there, and we were able to stroll through the nice little city and even became so high-spirited that we started out on the track to the ruins of El Pilar. But, how could it be different? The rain caught up with us and at some point the track became so muddy that we decided to turn around and look for a place to spend the night.

Wet, wetter, wettest – that was Belize for us. Tomorrow, we leave for Guatemala, and we have the feeling that we weren’t able to do the country of Belize justice during our short visit there. Belize has so much to offer, but the continuous rain for weeks on end put a great limitation on our possibilities. We like how multi-culti the country is and how friendly the people were with us – and the bikes lots of Belizeans curved nonchalantly through the streets on were especially cool (especially when it wasn’t raining).

And here are some private pictures.

3 Thoughts on “Belize

  1. Hallo ihr 4,

    ich hoffe nach dem Regen in Belize habt ihr jetzt als Ausgleich ein wunderbares Weihnachten und erholsame Feiertage.
    Ich freue mich immer eure Berichte zu lesen. Man fühlt sich im Reisegeiste sehr verbunden.

    Die besten Weihnachtsreisegrüße

  2. I told you, it’s raining a lot in Belize! And you have gone one the costal track south Belize city! Just where i get overfloaded.
    Take care of you…
    Merry Christmass from San Miguel, with Franz and Brigitte.

  3. Carine und Andreas on Wednesday December 18th, 2013 at 10:52 AM said:

    Wir sind heute noch im Baboon Sanctuary, wo wir uebernachtet haben : tolle erlebnis !! Es regnet nicht mehr so viel, wie vor ein Paar tage, so haben wir es nicht so eilig.
    Vieilleicht sehen wir uns noch in Tikal ? Wir denken, wir sind dort zu Weinachten.
    Liebe Gruesse

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