The bus dropped me off on a small boarder town on the boarder with Belize. I waited in the station for an hour or so and got a small school bus to Belize city. The bus ride was crazy because it was really chaotic. There were young school girls and boys getting on and off the bus at haphazard intervals, and everybody seemed to know each other. The bus was insanely crowded too, with people crawling all over each other to get on and off.

The Belizean countryside was pretty simple. There were trees around but we weren't in a jungle, although it probably was a jungle before it became inhabited with all of the villages that lined the cross country highway which was just a dirt road.

When we got to Belize city I hooked up with an Irish girl, and English girl, and another girl whose name I can't remember and I can't remember where she was from. Right next to the bus station there was a group of Belizean Mennonites. Those are some strange people because they seemed so out of place because they are lilly white blond haired people in the middle of black people. They were all there working loading up all of their furniture in trucks. The furniture looked nice and I heard they were renowned for their furniture making skills and that all they do is make furniture. The men had long beards and the women were dressed in old dutch dresses and they had their children with them.

We all got a dorm room in a nearby hotel, and went out for something to eat. Belize city at night made me feel like I was in Armageddon because old raggedy drunken old men with missing teeth showed up all over the place. One of them even yelled something at us like ''What are you looking at!? Get out of here I'll kill you", but we walked a little faster and he just stood there and yelled at us. There were no lights in the streets either and there were no shops of any kind open.

We were lucky enough to see some action though as a huge carnival-like parade popped up out of nowhere that we latched onto and danced through the city with all of the excited dancing Belizeans.

The next day got a small motor boat to Kaye Caulker 45 minutes away. Kaye Caulker is the smaller of the two major tourist islands off of the coast of Belize. The boat ride was cool because the water was light blue and we zipped in and around marshes and islands of all sizes. When we got to the island we stayed in a hotel on main street. I got a room with a guy from LA. Kay Caulker was cool because there were no cars, it was just a couple square blocks of dirt road, but had houses on it just like a normal neighborhood. It only had one main street that was lined with hotels and restaurants. There were some retired Americans there who had little sandwich shops and stuff who were just hanging out all day enjoying the most relaxed life you could imagine. The local people said it was illegal to run there and some guys even yelled at me for running at one point.

Our first day there we went on a boat tour to swim with the sharks that suck the mollusks out of their shells. These sharks were really tame because they were fed every day by the tour operators that take tourists there everyday, so we could grab their tails and pick them up out of the water. There were also stingrays swimming past and even bumping into us. We were about a half mile from the island where the barrier reef broke the waves from the sea, and we were snorkeling out there against the waves as the water went out again before the waves crashed again.

That night we went to Karaoke for my first time ever and I sang the Irene Cara song ''Fame'', but I don't think that was the right choice for me. I signed up to sing ''Pass the douchi from the left hand side'' but I went outside to get stoned with Sarah and when I came back someone else had already sung it.

The next day the guy who I was staying with suddenly got really horny and wanted to go chick prowling with me on the island, and he was flirting with all of the women on the island who the black women who worked there seemed to feel natural with.

The Belizeans there were super cool. They were really outgoing and talked really natural like you were their buddy. They were basically just like Rasta people from Jamaica. A lot of them had dreadlocks and they talked the same. I invited one guy who worked there to kayak to San Pedro with me which was about ten miles to the north. He would have been a good kayak partner because he got fourth place in the last years around the race with the tricycles they have there instead of cars. But he his boss signed him up for a last minute shift and he couldn't go.

But I got a kid from Seattle to go with me. It was a full moon so we left at sun down. The light of the moon was bright enough to clearly see all the formations on the sea bottom which was only about ten feet down the whole perfectly smooth way to Kaye San Pedro which took us about four hours to get to. When we got to the tip of San Pedro we just put our boat upside down on the beach between two closed down restaurants and hid our paddles and life jackets under it. We walked down the main street into the downtown area and got a meal in one of the central restaurants. San Pedro was clearly much more developed than Kaye Kaulker. Kaye Kaulker was just bamboo and cardboard houses, but San Pedro was full on apartment buildings, stone multi level hotels and Cars. It was a totally different scene and strengthened how cool and much more relaxing Kaye Kaulker was. After our meal we went back to the boat and paddled back. It was darker now and we could see a few different islands in the distance and decided correctly that Kaye Kaulker was the one with the light house shinning. I was cool to kayak through the perfectly still water in the middle of the night, but it was kind of erie not knowing what was below us. At one point he had to change because he was getting cold or something but he was afraid to get in the water. So he had to do some acrobatics in order to change without getting wet. When we arrived at the northern tip of the island we got out of the boat and did some midnight snorkeling with the snorkeling gear that I rented. There was a lot of phosphorescent grass on the sea bottom that when you touch it it lights up.

The next night I went to one of the local discos that was a little more out of the way from the main tourist strip. I was astonished to see that the whole disco was filled with black couples who were all doing the doggy-style dance where they dance as if they are having sex doggy style standing up. And that was basically the only dance they did, just the doggy style in various different ways. I felt kind of self conscious there because I was the only single person in the place. But later more tourists came and I felt more comfortable. But at one point I tried to do a break dance style move where you get down on your back and spin around and I accidentally kicked one tourist girls legs and made her fall right on her ass. I tried to apologize but she and her group here all freaked out like I did it on purpose or something. But one girl who wasn't in their group was totally cracking up. I'm glad I didn't knock any of the black people on their asses though because I heard two weeks beforehand one of them was shot to death right outside of the disco, and my buddy Glen got his tooth chipped in half from a local kid who elbowed him in the face in a soccer game there.

One day there we did some snorkeling on the beach on the north end of the island. The girl I was hanging out with were hanging out with some of the black locals on the island and because I had just recently left the states and had been listening to Art Bell radio a lot I was talking a lot about Aliens. They seemed interested but one guy got kind of emotional telling me it was all hogwash.

After about six days there I took the boat back to Belize city and got a bus to Guatemala. While I was sitting in the bus station I saw a bunch of Mennonites there waiting for a bus. I was tempted to talk to them but they seemed so weird because they weren't talking to anybody, seemed to be speaking another language, and looked in bread to me. I heard they are originally from Holland and went to Canada, but left about a hundred years ago because they didn't want to be attached to any kind of social system and could be more unattached and anonymous in Belize.

On the bus ride to Guatemala I noticed that most of Belize was jungle. The country was really undeveloped. The road that went to Guatemala was just a two lane dirt road that crossed a couple of small villages. I wasn't even on a proper bus, it doubled as the school bus for the local children and the bus for the locals to take small trips in. So it was always stopping to let people on and off it. For a little bit I was sitting next to a Belizean girl who lived in one of the small villages there and was a dentist. She said the best way to learn Spanish was to kiss a Spanish speaking girl to know how the tongue works.

I got of in the first town in Guatemala so I could do the Tikal tour the next day.