Bedrock to Belize!!!

Well I wasn’t going to post another one til tomorrow, but I have some free time now, so here it goes.

This morning we headed out to 1000′ falls. It is the largest water fall in Central America and is actually 1600′ from top to bottom. After a hour and a half on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, we finally arrived. Because it being the slow season we were the only ones there. What a spectacular waterfall! Usually there is very little water coming off the top, but being they have just had a week of heavy rains it was flowing big time. The picture below does not do it justice, one reason being that you can only see about 600′ of the falls from the observation deck. A long road to go see it, but well worth it.

On our way back, there was a little shack that said cold beer, of course we were thirsty, it said cold and I had money in my pocket so why wouldn’t we stop. We ordered two beers from a nice lady from New Mexico, who we think might have been living in the jungle way too long. Anyway it seems she has an organic farm, and people can stay at her place in exchange for working the farm a little. The one guy we met was in his mid 20’s and perpetually tan. After this next sentence is where you can say “Wow.” Okay, so his name is “Pink” he has it tattooed on his side, he has a pink mohawk, pink sunglasses, his toenails are painted pink and all he is wearing is a very short tight hot pink speedo. Wow, right? Not what we expected to see in the jungle. We decided one beer was enough and we should head on.

After that excursion it was time to get some lunch, so we headed to a little place called Remo’s Roadhouse. It is a small little wood shack where expats hangout and watch football and drink beer. Perfect place for a Sunday afternoon. The only problem was that they didn’t serve food and we were starving after our trip to the falls. Being Sunday, no one in that town was open to serve food. The good part was that they were having a birthday party for one of the locals and invited us to stay. Someone had made tamales, someone brought sausage and there was a lot of other stuff. Sort of like JJ’S Cantina but on a lot smaller scale. It was one of those places, wood floors, dogs, cats, everyone has a story and even one old guy who rode his horse to the bar. In other words this bar had character.

Back to where we were staying, jumped in the pool to relax for a while then off to dinner at the resort. Tonight was Garifuna night, conch fritters, fish soup and such. After dinner they brought in a Garifuna  dance team that showed everyone their traditional dances and music. Towards the end they got people up to dance with them. As for me… someone had to take pictures.