Belize Day 7: NASCART

We could not find a tour group to take us to the Mexican Rocks snorkel location, so we decided to rent a golf cart for a few hours. Our cart was gas powered and could probably get up to 20 mph. Wyatt did his best to exceed the 15 mph speed limit posted on some streets. In San Pedro proper it was just too crowded to go fast.


We went about 1.5 miles north. In order to go north, we had to pay a $5 toll at the bridge over the split in the island. There was a ton of new construction going up. Nearly every beach front lot was filled, but the further we went, the more the trees would cover the buildings. It gave the illusion of the jungle--kind of the tropical version of the burbs. Parts of the road were not very flat, requiring Wyatt to do some fancy maneuvers to both avoid bumps and maintain a high rate of speed. Ann thought it would be OK to go slower, but she wasn't driving.


After terrorizing the north, we headed south to complete the circle of our reign of terror. (There was one couple that Wyatt almost clipped twice.) We probably only went a mile south of Corona del Mar before we realized that it would just be more of the same.

Feeling a bit dusty and soar, we carted ourselves to Estel's for lunch. The floors were sand, the menu was a chalk board, and most of the clientele appeared to be locals. Wyatt had the snapper sandwich (9/10). Ann had the shrimp sandwich (8.5/10).

Ann then went to the beach to read. Wyatt watched part of "Seraphim Falls," which was kind of entertaining, but the ending was even more preposterous than Pierce Brosnan being a superhuman warrior/survivalist.

We tried to snorkel off our dock, but the boats and wind reduced the visibility to less than 15 feet. All the beaches on the island are public, so we headed to Ramon's, which has an artificial reef. There were thousands of smaller but colorful fish darting about in small and large schools.

We walk back to Corona del Mar, where the power went out right at the end of "Seraphim Falls." We later found out that a truck carrying metal joists clipped a power pole which took several other poles down in a disastrous chain reaction. The power came back about an hour later.

We went to Wet Willy's to listen to the best blues band on the island play the last gig of the season. They were extremely talented. We ran into Roy again, and chatted with him about jobs and growing grass on an island and septic system proximity to drinking water wells and other vaguely interesting minutia of island life. He also brought a cute puppy over for us to pet.


Getting hungry now, we bailed on Roy and the fantastic blues band, heading to the Reef Restaurant, where someone had told Roy you could get some tasty seafood. It took some convincing, but we eventually went in. Ann discovered that the bathroom did not have a sink, and Wyatt thought the chips and salsa were mediocre. Ann had grilled snapper (8.5/10). Wyatt had Mexican conch (9.5/10). We didn't get sick later..yay.

We were ready to party, so we hit Fido's. A rock cover band was playing. They were exceptional, making us 2 for 2 on bands for the evening. The only problem was that they paused for too long in between songs. Tens of Brits were filing into Fido's. We guess the invasion was thanks to a large flight that had arrived in the afternoon. We saw Tiger briefly, but it was a little too crazy for him to handle.

The conversation denominator from Cannibals came up to Wyatt and started talking about his broker, a truck, and how he was a 3rd world white boy. Wyatt told the man that he did not understand. The man repeated the insanity. Wyatt told him to go away. He called Wyatt a "little pussy." Wyatt signaled the bartender. The man ran off, keeping his distance for the rest of the night.

We finished our flight of Belikins, and hit the dance floor for 8 to 10 songs. Yes, we finally stayed up past midnight!

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