We arrived in Dangriga a couple of days early. Our friends, Cait and Mark, arrive tomorrow. Dangriga is the capital of Belize’s Stann Creek District and also the largest town in southern Belize. This might make it sound more grand than it is. In a country whose population is 1/3 that of Montana’s, its cities are pretty unimpressive. Most of Dangriga’s streets aren’t paved. But it was fine for our purposes. We’re doing what we usually do in cities: get cleaned up, relax, and eat.
Dangriga has a strong Garífuna culture. We were excited to try out some of the local cuisine. What we found was mostly a Mexican/Belizean/Honduran fusion, which was delicious, but we’re still on the lookout for some traditional Garífuna dishes.
Star fruit, this one was more tart than sweet.
Travel in Belize has been easier because English is the official language. Also, distance is measured in miles. Our brains have a short break from the mental gymnastics of translating and converting.
I decided to get a haircut while I was here. Last one was in Missoula, six months ago.
What?! Toilet paper can go in the toilet? No way! Septic systems in Mexico and Guatemala are such that toilet paper goes in a trash bin, not in the toilet. I’m glad to report that toilet seats have reappeared and come standard at hotels in Belize. And the shower, at least the one in Dangriga, is piping hot. I swear I haven’t had a shower this hot since the ferry ride to Mazatlán.
Now all there is to do is wait for Cait and Mark to get here. I’m watching the weather report for NYC, somewhat obsessively. They’ve been stuck in the polar vortex that is plaguing much of the country.