We were thankful that we chose to camp on the concrete pad beneath the elevated park ranger’s house at Blue Hole National Park rather than the inviting soft grass.
Shortly after midnight, it stormed for several hours. We avoided the annoyance of packing up a wet tent in the morning but the rain did cause a muddy, flooded trail on our dawn hike through the jungle to Blue Hole.
Blue hole is an open portion of an underground river formed by the collapse of a dome formed by a karst process (dissolution of a layers of soluble rock). The area reminded me a lot of the swimming holes in the hill country area of Texas, some of which were formed the same way.
We’re crossing through what is considered the bread-basket of Belize. There are farms and orange groves everywhere. We didn’t make it far from the Park before a Mennonite farm, advertising a bakery, drew us in. To our joy, it served breakfast, making it our second for the day. Sarah was craving fresh yogurt, but they were out.
After setting out again, we only made it a short distance down the road before another Mennonite farm caused a detour. They advertised fresh milk and yogurt. We shared a delicious berry yogurt and a massive cinnamon roll from the first farm, making it our third breakfast, a new record.
The rest of the day was a bumpy ride along the semi-paved main highway that passes the relocated capital, Belmopan (the city’s construction started in 1961 after a hurricane almost destroyed the former capital, Belize City on the coast). We rode through orange groves and shared the road with trucks laden with oranges. We discovered most of them were headed for a juice plant. We stopped in and tried for some soursop juice, a fruit that we had seen but did not know what it was until Rodolfo and Carla enlightened us.
With all the food delays, I was surprised we made it to Dangriga, a grungy, laid back coastal town before dark. Dangriga is so relaxed that a business may or may not be open at any particular time during the day regardless of the posted hours and its easier to spell something phonetically than bother with using a dictionary.
The perfect place to sit in a hammock, have a beer, and not really worry about anything.