Hammock swinging, bushfires, and school buses
April 9th 2009 We left Livingston, Guatemala first thing in the morning on a lancha and less than an hour later, our first view of Belize was before us.
Punta Gorda was tiny, and we wondered if we had got off at the wrong stop as it seemed so empty. But then we found the immigration office and shuffled past some rather relaxed immigration officers. Jane declared here orange (she had bought it somewhere in w
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