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April 27, Monday
I got some last minute signatures and stamps on my dive credentials, and we packed up Bear. I had scoped out an escape route that was much better than the way I had ridden in to Julia's, remember we are not along a normal road. Two corners had to have wood placed along it so I could push the bike around the bend without dropping the rear wheel off the walkway and into the deep sand, but we were successful in getting to the hard packed road. I did notice our first equipment casualty. The stock rear mud guard had lost a bolt, and the plastic was broken at another fitting, so it was hanging by a single attachment point. I broke out the tools, removed the whole thing and strapped it on to the top box. Away we went, sad to be leaving this great little village, but excited again to be on the bike and on the road. 24 miles of dirt road later, we hit the hard top and started cruising at a good rate towards the inland Blue Hole. There are two "blue holes" in Belize, one is a huge deep spot out
on the reef, featured in Discovery Planets video, and the other is inland, a beautiful though small pond in the jungle, where a creek rises out of the cavern system, makes a picture perfect deep blue swimming hole, then goes back into the caves. We took a short swim, quite a relief from the heat of this humid day, and cruised on to Belmopan for some lunch, and to pick up my insurance sticker for the windscreen. I had the receipt for the second week with me of course, but didn't want any trouble at the border. After lunch we headed north for the border of Belize and Mexico. We did get caught in a short but heavy downpour, the first rain we've ridden into since Port Arthur TX. That just might be a record. We dried out quickly, and once at the border, with the Belizean officials all wearing masks and gloves, we paid 37.50 bz for the privilege of leaving the country, and I had to be sure and turn in my “import” paperwork on the motorcycle or they would have thought that I’d sold it. Once the 25 to 30 minutes were dealt with on the Belize
side of the border, we rolled up to the Mexican side, where the customs and imagracion official simply waved us on through. They didn’t check passports, vehicle info, insurance, nada. In to Chetumal for a real coffee at “The Italian Coffee Shop”, then back to the outskirts of town to pay 600 pesos ( $42 USD) for a great little cabana with a pool, and no one else in the whole place. We went for a swim in the pool, watched the earthshine on the sliver of new moon, and planned our next moves, as Deb is flying home to Canada out of Veracruz on Tuesday May 5th.
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