General life and upcoming travel

I’m about to start my journey northeastward to visit family and friends in Orlando for Christmas and New Years (not the “holiday season”…sorry if I’m being politically incorrect) and am getting excited. It’s been over 6 months since I’ve been back to the land of plenty and my “must eat” list is getting longer every day. While I do miss many of my favorite foods I don’t miss the stress of living there. But that’s the price I pay for living on the beach in Belize. It’s well worth it! Plus, it gives me something to look forward to when I go back to the states.

I was excited about being able to take the Mexican 1st class bus (reclining seats, a/c, and a movie in Spanish) from Belize City this year but yesterday I found out that it’s been cancelled. They did a 90 day test and I guess the ridership wasn’t there so it got cancelled. My options, as always, are the 3 Belize chicken buses to the MX bus in Chetumal or taking a three 12 passenger puddle jumper flights to Corozal BZ and 1 chicken bus to Chetumal and and the MX bus to Cancun. My problem is the cost. Taking the buses will only cost me US$100 (round trip) versus the planes at US$247 (also round trip) but saving about 7 hours of chicken bus time. Taking the planes will cut the money I save by flying out of Cancun instead of Belize City(this trip the airfare difference is about US$600) by about 1/3. Still a significant savings but I’m on a budget now that I'm retired and don't have an income. So I’m careful with my pennies, except when it comes to fishing! Either way I have to spend a night in a hotel (US$60 each) both ways because of the bus schedules. So I’m in a quandary about which way to travel. Comfort versus cost. I DO love to fly and the 3 plane hops will last only about and hour instead of the 7 hour stop and start, crowded, bus ride. Hmmm, sounds like I’m talking myself into flying doesn’t it??? One benefit of having a plane ticket in Belize is that I should have an easier time getting out of the U.S. without a return ticket to the states. The requirement when traveling back to Belize via Mexico is that you have a Belize Retiree Citizenship Card, or own property, or have an itinerary showing travel out of the country you land in. The bad thing about bus travel is that you pay on the bus in Belize so there is no way to have a ticket that shows you are boarding in Chetumal MX and going to Belize. Actually you need the same things if you land in Belize too. I do have a fake property tax document that shows I own property in Stann Creek District (where Hopkins is) plus the Customs duty doc for my trailer and a passport full if monthly Visa stamps. So far I haven’t had any trouble but you never know.

Our friends Matt and Angie came to stay with us for a week and left 2 weeks ago. Conan, Mark, and I were just headed out in the boat to see if Conan’s repair of the throttle worked when we spotted them walking up to the shore from the inn. The 3 of us waved for him to join us and, at first, he waved us off. But common sense prevailed and he quickly dumped his pockets and ran into the water to catch up with us (the boat is anchored out so you always have to get wet to get on board). I hadn’t planned on him coming so I only brought 1 fishing pole with me (if we’re in the boat we fish!) so when we anchored a couple hundred yards off Kismet I handed him my rod. Me, I get in tons of fishing but Matt doesn’t so I didn’t mind. They were fishing bottom with shrimp and nothing but bait stealers were around…UNTIL…off swam Matt’s line! Since we normally catch small stuff off the beach I’d brought a freshwater bass rod (not really suitable for saltwater fishing for those of you not familiar with fishing) with a #2 hook (small) and a wire leader. It bent in half! Whatever it was stayed deep and made some pretty hard runs all around the starboard side and bow of the boat. We were hoping that it wasn’t going to swim around the anchor line and break off but luckily, or because of Matt’s fishing expertise, it didn’t. By the way it was fighting I thought it might be a big stingray because we’d seen locals catching them nearby on previous outings. Matt would horse it toward the boat and it would change it’s mind and direction to stay away. He was worried about breaking my rod but I told him not to. I’d bought it in Houston for $3 at Academy Sports so I sure wasn’t worried about another one snapping in half (I had a barracuda do it to me out on the reef once). So he fought whatever it was for a good 15 minutes, winning and losing line. He was sitting on the bow the entire time until the fish turned to run down the starboard side (OK if you haven’t figured it out yet that’s the right side of the boat) causing him to have to adjust his position and plunging him right off the bow onto his butt and and into a precarious sitting/leaning backward with his feet up position. We all burst out laughing watching him keep a tight hold of the rod and try to stop himself from falling over. It was just too darn funny watching him! To his credit he held on tight and the fish stayed on the hook and kept swimming. I put a hand on the rod until he could stand again. Another 5 minutes of fighting and he finally got it to come up closer to the surface. We saw a large white patch under the water and thought for sure we were seeing the belly of a ray. Off it ran again and back he pulled it. He finally got it close to the boat and we saw that it was a BIG Sea Jack Tuna! Finally up it came, close to the side of the boat, and I gaffed it and got it into the boat. It weighed almost 14 pounds (although it grew exponentially with each telling and Facebook posting of the story. We were all VERY impressed! When I filleted it I dug the hook out of its belly. The hook was bent almost straight. Thankfully it swallowed it and an inch or so of the leader or it would have gotten away. Not sure how you feel about others catching the big one and not you but I was so happy that it was Matt, that he hooked it within 30 minutes of coming to see us, and with my rod. I don’t care who catches a big one because I get as much pleasure out of watching someone else catch one, and the joy in their face when they get it into the boat or onshore. We relived it quite a few times in conversations over the course of their weeklong stay. What a way to start his holiday!!! And, it fed 11 people that night plus a bit left over.

Matt was anxious to dive when he came to visit and Conan wanted to oblige him. We headed out to Tobacco Caye for an overnighter, hoping to be able to rent tanks out there. It wasn’t to be though but we did spend the 2 days relaxing, snorkeling, fishing on the boat and on the dock, and just having a great time. The inn where we stayed was an all-inclusive and the meals were great. My favorite was the deep fried conch. We caught, and speared, quite a few fish to bring back with us and the restaurant (?) let us keep the 1st days catch in their freezer since we didn’t have a chance to get ice before we left. Angie kept her fish catching streak alive too after snorkeling, fishing bottom outside the reef while Matt and Conan snorkeled some more. A great time was had by all!

Matt and Angie brought Tricia, Conan, and me an early Christmas. Tricia got her much needed water filter cartridge replacement. Conan got dive gear and new dive booties, and equipment bags. For me it was a bait net to replace the one that was stolen, a bottle of 10 year old Bushmills Irish Whiskey, fishing tackle and equipment bags, plus 40 cigars that I bought online and had shipped to their home. They also brought a bottle of 10 year old Jameson Irish for our friends Oli and Denise (mainly Oli), who are owners of the Driftwood Beach Bar and Pizza Shack. We pulled the cork on my bottle right quick and toasted each other straight from the bottle. No need for silly glasses because it’s alcohol. After all and what do you use to clean infections and such? ALCOHOL!!! LOL! Too soon it was time for them to leave but the sadness was tempered by the fact that they are coming back in April and bringing their daughter Kelia.

We celebrated Thanksgiving here at Kismet, something which isn’t celebrated in this country, with a 20lb bird, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, mixed veggies, gravy, and an apple crisp for desert. We also had a bottle of red and a bottle of white. I missed having the pumpkin pie but was overly full without it. We had such a wonderful group and a great time.

About a month or so ago Gaston and a male friend (who lives in Mexico) came to visit us here on their way from Gaston’s sailboat anchored in Guatemala to the friend's home in Mexico. He’d asked if the water offshore was deep enough for a sailboat and we told him where he could anchor without a problem. That was the last we thought about it. Two weeks ago who walked into Kismet but Gaston with his lovely wife Britt. They're from Holland. They’d sailed their 43 foot steel hulled sailboat up from Guatemala and were now on holiday, wanting to visit the Cayes and do some diving and snorkeling. We all spent a couple of hours on the boat one afternoon chatting and having a good ol' time. A few days later they invited Tricia, Elvis, and Conan on an overnighter to Bread&Butter Caye. We figured that because it’s so shallow around B&B they wouldn’t be able to anchor for the night so they ended up a few miles away at Southwater Caye (a big touristy island). They cruised around a bit, Conan got to dive and spear fish for dinner with Elvis getting a few lobster and conch. They ended up staying out for 2 nights while Mark ran Kismet. I got to relax. Gaston and Brit are a really pleasant and fun couple.

I mentioned a couple of blogs ago that we have another long term guest living with us. Mark was here last April and has moved to Kismet for a year to have a go at a simpler life. He’s settled in quite nicely but hasn’t learned to procrastinate like we do yet. That will come with time. And, Conan and I are great teachers! He does know how to nap though. And he brought a lot of fishing gear with him so we’re all thick as thieves when it comes to that. He’s living in the room next to Conan and they share a bathroom. He’s a French trained chef so we get some pretty good meals out of him too.

Tourist season has started now and Tricia has had a few nights full to capacity but it’s still pretty slow as yet. The global economic problems seem to be keeping people home. She always manifests guests when she needs money though so I’m sure we’ll be seeing more guests soon.

The update on Conan and Tricia’s arrest and trial is that there is no update. Things still stand the same with their discovery hearing in the Dangriga court on January 9, 2012 when we hope that it will be clear to the prosecutor that there was no theft and is no case. Keep your fingers crossed!

And so, life goes on for the Fatboy in Belize… As always, stay well, keep happy, and practice peace. I am!!!

Prisoner Update...

Conan and Tricia had to go back to court this morning (Wednesday 11/9) to plead and get a court date set. Of course Tricia had them leaving an hour late and all we could think of was they would be charged with contempt of court for not appearing on time. So…off they went. Around 1pm my cell phone rang and I tried to get outside my trailer to answer it before it timed out bit didn’t make it. A few seconds later I got a voicemail chime and tried to call that. Of course the call wouldn’t go through.. While I was waiting I heard another phone ring and Mark answering it. Next thing I’m hearing is, “They did what? They got contempt of court? They’re going to be in jail for how long?” So I stood by while he took the call and listened to the one sided story. Well the story is that they were arrested for taking pictures in court and the caller said they got a week and 7 days in jail. What the heck is a week and 7 days? Is that 2 weeks or was it a mis-statement and they got 7 days. It turns out that it was Norman the baker calling and he was going to bring Conan’s van and their stuff to Kismet at around 3:30p. Mark told him he would cook him shark for dinner and hung up. We’ll Mark and I got upset about what we thought was another Trish fiasco that Conan was being penalized for because he was with her. By this time it was 1:20pm and I said I would take the 2pm bus to town, get Tricia’s ATM card and get money for her, a carton of cigarettes for Conan (Tricia paid out about US$30 for cigarettes for Conan and he only got some of them), snack foods, and I’d go to Uncle Harry’s Hardware and buy another bilge pump (the new one crapped out again during the night). Mark talked me out of it though by saying we’d use Conan’s van to do all of that tomorrow (Thursday). I said that rather than dropping all of that stuff off at the jail, figuring the cops would steal most of it anyway, we could hire Norman to make a visit every morning with their daily ration. So we sat in the kitchen and talked the situation over, getting more and more upset by the minute. I said I know that Tricia knows you can’t use answer a cell phone in court so why would she think they would let her take pictures. And even if she tried to hide it someone would see. Mark said, “The flash probably went off.” Good point because Tricia doesn’t know how to change the setting on her camera. More talk about what we should do took up another hour. “Do you think the American Embassy would contact the jail and tell them that Tricia and Conan were not married so that her actions didn’t affect Conan?”, said I? “No they won’t help.”, said Mark? I knew that but was hoping anyway because we all know the American Embassy isn’t in the business of actually helping U.S. citizens with any problem other than losing their passport of making arrangements to transport dead bodies back to the states. Oh well, it was a thought. We talked about guests arriving today and having to make meals for them, Matt and Angie coming to visit next week and how much of it would Conan miss because he was in jail? If it was a week he’d miss a couple of days but if it was a week and 7 days they wouldn’t see each other at all. High season is about to start and neither Mark nor I cherished running Kismet because we came to do retired stuff but agreeing we’d do what we had to do for friends. A little while later Conan’s van pulled into the lot and Mark yelled out, “You’re home!” I saw Conan in the driver’s seat but not Tricia so I thought maybe they kept her. No such luck because she soon climbed out. I know your wondering why I was hoping she was still in jail but for those of you that know Tricia you know she can cause a lot of trouble, and often does. We won’t let her go into Immigration or any other government office with us because she tend to cause trouble and we suffer the penalties. I mean she is a lovely woman but she goes off pretty regularly on any official. After 12 years in Belize she still thinks and acts too much like an American in America and not in the 3rd world country that Belize is. They are backward in a lot of things and you have to accept that and go on. Anyway, I yelled down to Conan, “Don’t pass go and collect $200 at your room get your ass up here!” We wanted the straight scoop since we only heard it 3rd person though Norman. They came up laughing and Tricia looked right at me and said, “GOTCHYA!!!. Since I’m normally the practical joker (Who me??? Not me!!!) they figured that it was my turn to be the subject. Mark isn’t one that goes in for practical joke though and while he laughed about it he wasn’t pleased at all. Me, I was ecstatic. I loved it and told them so! “Damn you guys got me!” and “Man that was good!” I even shook Conan’s hand and gave Tricia a hug I told then that it was blog worthy so here I am telling you the tale.

Anyhow their next court date is January 9, 2012 and that is just for discovery. I had told Conan they wouldn’t get a date this year because of the coming holidays. So the story continues next year, unless something else happens. And you know that anything is possible here in Belize!

What's new in the life of the Fatboy???

We’ve had a pretty interesting time here in Belize since my last post. Trips to the reef, overnight stays on new Cayes (for us anyway), and the arrest of Tricia and Conan on November 3rd for shoplifting. I’m going to save that story for later though…

Conan’s boat continues to suffer problems but we’ve managed to make several reef trips as well and a 2 night stay on Tobacco Caye. His troubles include the throttle. bad bilge pumps, difficulties with the throttle, and bad gas. Often the gas that we buy has water in it and you know how engines hate that! The gas stations here really don’t go through any sort of inspection process so who know what condition the tanks and connecting pipes are in. The throttle cables and connections are managed by elves. The elves will crawl into the throttle assembly, under the floor, and into the engine itself to tamper with that system. One day it works fine and the next it doesn’t work at all. The next time it works fine and the next you can’t adjust the engine idle and/or speed. So you never know really whether you are going out or not until you add power and even then it’s iffy. Bilge pumps in boats are a very important item when you are anchoring it offshore with generally 3-4 foot swells. Water manages to find its way into the boat through small crakes in the hull and waves breaking over the transom (back of the boat by the engine). Conan may have some hairline cracks in areas under the sealed floor. Because it seeps into the area that we use as the live well. Anyway, if the bilge pump doesn’t turn on and empty the water the back of the boat sinks lower into the water. If enough gets in the weight of the engine adds to the tilt and eventually it’s sitting on the bottom…again. He’s had to replace the pump and/or the switch several times, and at some expense just to keep it floating.

We’ve made a few trips to the reef to snorkel and fish and have had a great time. Conan has been hired by 3 sets of guest to take them out. He really isn’t in it for the money, although that would be nice, but he does get free gas out of it and everyone is happy. Tina and Tobi, a German couple, wanted to snorkel and got their wish. They’d never fished so that wasn’t high in their agenda. But you know me, I talked them into trying it and they loved it. Tina caught 2 fish and Tobi 1. I’m still waiting for the pictures so I can add them to the Hopkins Fishing Club page on Facebook. The next 2 guests were an older couple from the states (their names escape me) who dove all over the world. Now they were here to dive the 2nd largest barrier reef in the world (next to Australia). We took them first to Bread&Butter Caye but it was too rough to snorkel and the water was murky, making visibility an issue. Since the wind and waves were from the west we figured that outside the reef would be OK and it was. The problem out there was that there was a lot floating patches of seaweed and garbage. As you were swimming you sometimes had to push a path through it. But they did enjoy it. We hit a couple of spots that day. Guess what I was doing??? (Hint: we had free dinner). The last group was a couple, he from NC and she from PA (and I’ve forgotten their names too) who had reservations on Tobacco Caye for 2 nights. They asked Conan if he would take them out there. We’d never been there but heard that it was nice so we figured we’d spend the night out there too. He suggested snorkeling before we got there and they were up for it. Here’s the story of that trip:

Since Conan and I planned to camp on the island I searched for Caye info on the internet. I found that all of the inns were all-inclusive and that there was only a small store that sold snacks and a bar with no food service. So Conan and I packed our usual camping fare of beef raviolis in a can and some other junk food, along with a couple gallons of drinking water and my tent. We usually bring 2 tents but the guests had quite a bit of luggage to haul so to save weight in the boat we decided to being just mine since it’s bigger.

The day dawned sunny and windy and, after 2 or 3 days of flat seas, 2-3 foot waves. Well that was near shore. Anyway, we left about 9am for what should have been a 1 hour trip. Not more than half way to the 1st set of Cayes the waves turned into 4-5 footers and coming from the left rear. It was hard to get the boat over or between the waves very easily so it was a pretty rough trip. Then the throttle elves made a visit. Conan couldn’t adjust the throttles from idle after changing out a fuel tank. That left us drifting and rolling in the waves. Thankfully none of us are prone to seasickness. He was able to add enough speed to get us into the quiet water near a Caye and do a quick repair. He wasn’t able to locate the elves though so we had to stop a few more times for adjustments to the havoc they were still reeking. Part of his repair meant taking off the engine cover and manually moving the throttle adjustment to gain speed. So our 1 hour trip took 2. As we pulled into Tobacco Caye one of the staff (Eric) noticed we were having problems and asked if he could help. In the true Belizean manner he and Conan jury-rigged a throttle control mechanism using 200 pound test fishing line. Conan gouged a small hole in the engine cover and was able to adjust power. While Conan and Eric worked on fixing the boat the couple moved into their room and I explored the Caye, all 5 acres of it. That was the 1st good news we’d had in a while. They finished and Conan and I took a walk so he could see the place while the guests were doing whatever they were doing in their room. We found one of the restaurants and I asked the owner if she served meals to non-guest. Not usually said she but offered to take us on if we ordered a meal early enough. So we booked dinner and breakfast, Another problem solved! The next question I asked Eric was where the good snorkeling places were. He asked if we had room in the boat and I told him to jump aboard. Nothing like have a local guide! Tobacco Caye sits on the northwestern edge of the Marine Sanctuary so fishing is catch and release but that’s where the better snorkeling is. Yeah…sure…catch and release!!! We found out that we could legally keep fish if we went a mile north. So, if we got stopped by Fisheries and they asked if we had fish, our story would be, everything was caught north of the buoy marker. So off we went with Eric pointing the way. He had is stop just south of the reef split. He and Conan were taking lobster hooks and spears in the water, both illegal in the sanctuary too. He told me to look for any fast moving boats coming toward us and to warn them if I could. So over the side all 4 of them went and into the water went my bait. Oh, anther bit of luck was that they had free bait at the inn. They swam, speared, lobster hooked, and I was catching some of the biggest Blue Stripped Grunts I had ever seen! I threw the 1st 2 fish back because they were a bit on the small side (before I started catching the big ones) and at least made it look like I was releasing fish if anyone was watching. I caught a few small Spotted Grouper and 2 Yellowtail Snappers as well. So we spent the day outside the reef, moving a couple of times for the snorkeling. Eric ended up hooking 5 nice lobsters and Conan speared 3 fish, one being a Filefish, which are totally illegal to take as they are considered reef foragers. Not like it was the 1st time he’d speared something illegally After they tired of snorkeling everyone came back on board and we all fished for about 30 minutes before heading back. Dinner that night was fried chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and lemonade. It was served family style and we met a really nice Scottish couple, Ian and Sarah, who are on the road for a year now, celebrating their honeymoon. .After dinner Conan and I went to the bar and bought Eric a drink for all of his help. The night was uneventful, with Conan deciding to sleep in one of the hammocks at the inn, since it was a nice breezy night. I woke around 5am and headed for one of the docks and caught a nice Cero Mackerel (my Facebook profile picture). Breakfast at 8, with Ian and Sarah, followed by snorkeling (Conan) and fishing (both of us). We did head outside the Reserve so some of our fish were now legal. We left the fish cooler by my tent so that if Fisheries came around we’d have less fish onboard. We had planned on leaving that day but decided to stay because the waves were too bad and we didn’t want to chance having throttle problems. It wasn’t a hard decision because we really didn’t want to leave! We got back in around 4pm and I headed for the dock again, with Conan following soon after. I already had a couple nice Mutton Snapper and a couple Porgies and Conan caught a small Barracuda. We were called to dinner by the owner and were served beef cubes, veggie rice, grape-aid, and the Scotts. And the rest of the night (early as it was) was spent in the bar. During the night it started raining and my tent decided to leak. I guess the waterproofing had worn off so I decided to use a bed in the vacant room we were using as our bathroom. Five o’clock came pretty early and I was back on the dock catching more Mutton Snapper before heading out to the reef. We fished right at the channel and were soon visited by the Fisheries Department. It turned out to be 2 really nice guys and the told us that we were fishing illegally and needed to be either 1 mile off the reef or 1 mile north We asked them questions about fishing the Reserve and they were really knowledgeable without being authoritative, as most officials seem to be here. So we decided to head back to Reef’s End and pack to head home. The trip home was uneventful.

Now the story you’ve been waiting patiently for (or skipped down to). Conan had been having bilge pump problems and, with the wave action increasing, wanted to have a good pump on board. So we boated over to the Sittee River Marina instead of driving to Dangriga. He HATES going to Dangriga! Everything there comes with a premium price (US$68), which he was glad to pay. We pulled away from the dock and he installed it. It worked for about 4 hours then decided to quite. So the next day we headed to Uncle Harry’s Hardware in Dangriga and he bought a much better pump for a third less. The next day we headed to the marina for a refund. He explained the problem at the counter but they said the manager would have to make the decision and would call him. No phone call in the next day or 2 so he called them. Manager not around. Next was a visit and still no manager. This went on for almost 2 weeks. He was told that he could talk to the accountant but that did no good either. It seems only the manager could make the refund decision. He finally got hold of the manager by phone (the marina manager sure wasn’t going to call Conan!) who hemmed and hawed about it and then offered to have it fixed. It’s a sealed unit and can’t be easily fixed, and not by anyone in the marina, and Conan said that. But it was the only option. So back to the marina we went. Conan talked to the manager and told him that he wasn’t looking for money but a credit instead since he bought a lot of boat gas there. The manager said that he would have someone bring the pump to the distributer, who would make the refund decision, Conan’s take on it, and he told the manager in no uncertain terms, was that he bought the pump from the marina and didn’t care what the distributer’s decision would be but would wait to hear from him. That obviously didn’t sit well with the manager. Refunds in Belize aren’t as easy to get as in the states, or anywhere else in the world for that matter. Anyway, the call never came but the police did. They ( the village constable and 3 Tourist policemen) arrived at 5pm on Thursday November 3rd to arrest both he and Tricia for shoplifting in the marina. He was charged with stealing 1 quart of 2 cycle motor oil (US$7.25) and Tricia with stealing a bag of potato chips (75 cents U.S.)!!! We know it was because he made the stink about getting his pump refund. The big bad marina was going to show the rich American that they couldn’t be threatened. Tricia was dragged into it because they assumed she was his wife…because she’s white. That’s a common assumption here when 2 white people are seen together. I’ve been accused of being married to her too. My reply is that she has better taste than me and that puts a laughing end to it. They were piled into the back of a pickup truck for the ride to Dangriga. Along the way they picked up 2 more people (non-felons) and a stalk of plantains. Conan said he drove like a “bat out of hell”. During the trip Conan warned the driver that he thought there was a bubble in the tire because of the bumping and that they were in jeopardy of blowing said tire. The driver ignored him and sure enough it blew a short time later. It seems like none of the cops knew how to position a jack and it took them 4 tries to finally get the tire in the air and changed. They finally made the Dangriga jail (it’s called the piss house because of the smell in the cells. Not having a bathroom in them the people pee in the corners) and were told the charges again and finger printed. No one was available to decide whether they could go home for the night because the powers that be were at a local soccer game. Several of the constables thought that they never should have been arrested and that it should have been worked out between the marina and Conan because of the insignificant amount of money (Really??? No kidding!!! But that isn’t what the marina wanted). So Conan was put in a cell (8x10 concrete room with no bed, toilet, or running water) with another jailbird and he spent a sleepless night. He did find out about the Belize legal and prison system from someone in the next cell who’d been arrested 4 times. Good information for what may come later. Tricia also spent a sleepless night but in an office room that the returning officers turned into a party room until very late into the night (actually early morning). The next morning they were allowed to make phone calls to find someone who would sign a US$300 bond so they could come home for the weekend because they wouldn’t be seen my the magistrate that day. If they couldn’t find someone to sign for them they would have to spend the weekend in jail. Several calls later Norman the baker showed up and signed them out. He even gave them a ride back to Kismet. We always like Norman, and loved his US$2 pizzas. We often preorder them on the way into Dangriga and are suckers for his baked goods. They were told to report to the court on Monday November 9th at 9am to be arraigned and have their court date set as they, of course, were pleading not guilty. Monday arrives, they arrive at court, but the magistrate decides to take the day off so they were told to return on Wednesday and sent home. That’s the story as it stands for now. We don’t know if they will be found innocent, guilty and pay a fine and make restitution and/or jail time, or be made an example of, with sentencing to the prison. All are options and you never know which way the wind will blow here in Belize. The standard sentence for stealing a bicycle is one year in the Hattieville Prison! And, if they really want to do Conan wrong they can deport him after any jail time. Tricia is a Belize citizen so they can’t deport her. So now it’s a waiting game. More as events unfold…

And so, life goes on for the Fatboy in Belize and his friends… As always, stay well, keep happy, and practice peace. I am!!!

Still alive and still in living in Belize...

Again, like the last time I posted, time has gotten away from me and I’m getting emails from friends and family not on Facebook asking if I’m alive, if I’m well, if any of the storms have driven me off in to the bush and the like. I didn’t realize that it’s been a month and a half. But then I said in the beginning I wouldn’t blog to just blog, that hopefully I’d have something of interest for you to read. So, half of the reason for not updating is that life has been a series of quiet weeks with some frenzy thrown in occasionally just to keep things interesting. But, yes, I’m alive and well, some storm damage but nothing I can’t handle, and yes, I’m still in Hopkins.

I did spend about 3 weeks at Sheila’s house in Punta Gorda. It’s really quiet there and the river fishing sucks so I was reading a book every 2 days and we spend the evenings watching tons of TV series episodes that I’ve been downloading, plus watching some pretty old ones, and some pretty darn good movies. A little over a week of the time there was because of a medical issues. Sheila had some kind of stomach problem that the clinic helped a bit with. They did give her some kind of powder to add to water to replace electrolytes that was really disgusting tasting. She drank a couple bottles a day of G2 instead and returned the powder to the clinic. I have an eye infection that I can’t get rid of, and still have for over 2 months now. I visited the Hillside Clinic and got antibiotic drops that did absolutely no good, waited for a week for what I was told would be a traveling American eye clinic at the hospital, which turned out to be a Belizean doctor from Belmopan, and got a stronger antibiotic salve that hasn’t produced results either. The infection isn’t all that bad, just makes it hard to open my eyes in the morning and some pain at night when I’m really tired. So I guess I’ll have to wait until the end of October when the medical team from South Carolina comes back to Dangriga. I was glad to get back to Kismet because I missed Tricia and Conan and the interaction with guests. PG is too quiet for me. While we were on PG Sheila received some disturbing health news about her Mom and packed for a trip back to Ohio if it became necessary.

We got back to Hopkins and my trailer. The day before Conan and Tricia both emailed me that my palapa tipped over in a severe thunderstorm. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. I had visions of it collapsed on my roof and holes though the roof top. Actually it was resting on one corner of the roof and only poked 1 4x2 inch hole near the center of my roof. It was a total loss though. Bad thing was it rained every night and I at least had to temporarily patch it. I did that the day after we got home. It wasn’t good enough though and I had water pouring into my shower from a tropical depression (really a hurricane without the wind).. That doesn’t sound too bad until you remember that I use it as storage and have a computer in a plastic storage bucket almost right under the leak. I put a garbage can under it and that solved most of the problem. I did however have a leak that was running down inside the wall and made my bedroom carpet damp. Not wet, just damp so I wasn’t too concerned. During all that Sheila got more bad news so with 3 days she was back in Ohio with her family. But the rain came, off and on, over the course of a week. I did get a permanent patch on the hole in a few days and that stopped my leak. It didn’t stop the flooding outside my door and in 3 of the Kismet guest rooms, Conan’s included, and the tool room. I had about 6 inches of water under my trailer and Kismet had 4-5 inches under it and in the rooms. Conan woke one night and got up to go to the necessary. When he put his feet on the floor though he knew he was in trouble. What should have been dry floor was a pond instead. So he spent the next while moving things up to stay dry. He eventually moved into one of the upstairs guest rooms and spent a couple of days there. At least all the guests were gone so no one was inconvenienced. We also had a small tornado that hit our friends Oli and Denise’s house (they own Driftwood Bar & Pizza). It happened at 2am. They awoke to what they said was the worst noise they’d ever heard and watched their roof and outer wall disappear. Thank God they weren’t hurt and that they had a spare guest house to move into. They had to close the bar because of flooding as well.

Sheila had an adventure getting home. She’s retired from Continental Airlines so flies free, except for the US$37.50 departure tax. She Called Tropic Air and booked her puddle jumper from Dangriga to belize City and Continental to Houston and Cleveland. We got the Dangriga airport and found that she had missed the last flight that would get her to her international flight. When she called to book Tropic there was a miscommunication about flight times. She was already upset because the last flight to Cleveland leaves before her Houston flight gets in, causing her to have to spend a night in Houston. Now you know when someone close is having problems you want to get there right away, so she was already upset over that. Now to miss the flight to Belize City? That caused her another full day delay. So she rebooked all her reservations and got to Dangriga airport quite early so she didn’t have to go through that upsetment again. So she’s in Ohio taking care of her Mom and her sister. She’s having to move there for an unknown period which is causing her to have to abandon her dream of living in Belize full time until things sort themselves out. So at some point in time she’ll come back for a night to pack up her belongings and turn in the keys to her rental house and move to Ohio just in time for winter. I won’t go into detail on her family’s very serious health issues but will ask for you prayers and good wishes for the 3 of them.

Conan is surviving and is still pouring money into his black hole of a boat. It’s the engine again and he had to order an impeller. It figures that the sea is flat calm now and it could get some heavy use out of it. Once it’s fixed the waves will come back I’m sure. But we’re hoping to get out to Bread&Butter for a few days soon for some serious fishing and snorkeling…

It’s the low season in Belize now and Tricia is busy prettying up Kismet. The entire building has been restained, new thatch on the overhangs in 3 places, and the deck painted. It’s looking really nice. She’s had 2 chicks born recently and 2 chickens killed by dogs as well. You win some, you lose some…

Now that the rain has stopped we are being visited by squadrons of mosquitoes and it ain’t pretty! Walking out my door or back from the beach I have as many as 20 landing on me in an instant. So before heading in the door I have to smack myself all over and wave the door to try and deter thousands from flying in during the few brief moments the door is open. Still quite a few get in and I spend the next 15 minutes or so trying to kill as many as I can. If the winds are clam Tricia and Conan suffer almost as much as I do. I get it the worst because the inn blocks the onshore breezes so there’s nothing to keep the little pests at bay. I’ve look like I have the measles! At least I don’t have any on my face. I’ll really be glad when they finally die down. Or course its still the rainy season so they’ll be back in force again I’m sure…

Fishing has been iffy lately. No picture worthy or even fillet worthy size fish in a really long time. The lagoon fishing has never returned to its former glory since it closed and reopened. The netters aren’t catching like they used to and fish dinners are hard to come by. The restaurants are having to pay premium prices for the fish they do get. Even the people fishing the reef are having a tough go of it. Conan and I have been spending quite a lot of time in my canoe just offshore of Kismet. We’re catching a lot but they are all small. It’s enough to keep him in free food though. Me, I hate the bone hassle so I give mine to him. But its still fun catching fish. Even some of the small ones put up a good fight.

Denise hosted the 1st ever “International Talk Like A Pirate” party at Driftwood Bar & Pizza on Monday September 19th. She’s been involves with it in New Orleans and I believe the Virgin Islands and wanted to continue it here. As far as she could tell, by searching the web, her celebration is the 1st ever in Belize. With Belize’s pirate history you’d have thought ITLAPD would have been celebrated by someone here. So she registered her party on the official ITLAPD website. A great time was had by all, especially me because I followed the treasure map and dug up the buried treasure (with Conan’s help) that turned out to be a quart of Rum. So I shared the bottle with everyone at the party. I also loaned them my DVD of “Pirates Of The Caribbean; At World’s End” for the moving picture show. Denise made some very good pirate food too. So now we’re looking forward to next year’s celebration.

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it! I’m alive and well and living in Belize!

And so, life goes on for the Fatboy in Belize… As always, stay well, keep happy, and practice peace. I am!!!

More life in Hopkins

Today is my eldest son Richard’s 31st birthday and I want to wish him a very happy birthday and send him my love. I’ll be calling him later today.

We were surprised to hear there were missionary doctors/nurses from Florence SC in Dangriga the last week of July so we went to visit them. We actually took Tricia to there because the Dangriga Hospital wouldn't give her the cortisone shot for her bursitis. We figured they would help, and they did. I was sitting next to her when the nurse was taking her info and then she asked me if I had any complaints. I said I couldn't get my BP meds in Belize. She asked what I took and when I told her she said, "Oh we have those and we can give you 90 days worth.” Come to find out they come to Dangriga every 90 days. It was the 1st time any of us had heard that. So it looks like we’ll be back there in October and we’ll have a constant supply of the meds we take and for FREE. We all submitted to having our vitals checked. All of our BPs were high, Tricia because of the upsetment at the hospital and Conan because we were in Dangriga. Conan’s only med request was though was for a deworming pill, and he got that. It’s a big problem here, especially in Hopkins, because of the poorly sanitized drinking water. Along with the shot Tricia got a big bag of pain meds and vitamins. So anyway I got into a conversation with Dr. Ed and he asked what I did for a living before retiring. When I told him he said they were breaking ground on a permanent clinic in Dangriga. I jumped on the chance to help them with their electrical and communications wiring and hook up. He said they had to hire some locals but wanted help from someone who actually knew what they were doing. They should be ready for me in the Dec/Jan timeframe…

Conan finally fixed the boat starter motor and we got the boat in the water and spent the night out on Bread&Butter Cayes Wed/Thurs (7/27-28). Didn’t catch much, but the locals said they weren’t either so we didn’t feel too bad. I got a keeper size jack and grunt for the cooler. Conan spent a good bit of time snorkeling and spearing and I tried it too. It was fun but not nearly as much fun as reeling them in on a rod and reel. We did have an adventurous night though. Huge thunderstorm that flooded both of our tents. He couldn’t sleep after waking up wet but I passed right back out. We did have fun though. And we completely ruined a prop by slamming into 3 coral heads on our way back to Bread&Butter from fishing. We were headed west, into the sun, and you couldn’t see anything in the water. Thank God he had a spare prop, although not nearly as good as the one we just ruined. But it got us back to Kismet. Anyway, Conan swapped props by jumping overboard. I was his “surgical nurse”, slapping tools into his hand and corralling washers, nuts, and the like to make sure nothing fell into the water. A day or 2 later he bought a new prop at Uncle Harry’s Paint. He was chartered by a few Kismet guests for a snorkeling trip but within a mile if Kismet he threw that prop. It must have been an older prop that was subject to heat/cold changes and the resin inside, which holds the prop together, cracked out. In the mile or 2 or 3 that he went he used 5 gallons of gas (at US$5.80 a gallon). Harry gave him a full refund for that one. So now the bottomless money pit is back on shore until a new prop can be found. We did get in 2 or 3 offshore bottom fishing trips before putting the boat to bed but only caught small stuff. So it’s back to fishing the lagoon from shore, where we aren’t catching anything of size. Fishing is dismal right now for everyone and the village is having to eat more chicken feet and pigs ears than they normally do.

We had 3 very nice Holland guests, a mom, her 11 year old son, and her boyfriend staying a Kismet for the past week of so and I got to initiate another youngster to fishing. When he heard that I fished everyday his eyes lit up and he asked if he could come. You know me...I want everyone to enjoy what I love. Well he caught 2 small snappers that night and was a very happy Dutchman! Conan and I tool him out in the boat the next morning but he got seasick pretty quickly. He tried to endure it but we ended up bringing him back in. He was one of the nicest, and most intelligent kids we've every encountered. Very wise for his young years. And he's a world traveler, having been to several countries in Asia as well as Central America and Europe. They left today for Honduras.

Sheila came back to Belize on July 31st and I met her down in Punta Gorda (Belize) to help her move into her rental house. We got her car registered and did some minor grocery shopping on Tuesday (8/2). The rest of the week was just lounging about, reading, watching movies, and just generally relaxing. On Friday (8/4) we headed to Hopkins and Kismet for more of the same, only on the beach, and to celebrate her birthday on Saturday. Tricia served a very nice lobster dinner and baked one of her famous chocolate rum cakes. Other than that it’s been a rather quiet visit for Sheila. We did have a dismaying event happen though. One of our Canadian friends, Makayla (she’s in her 60’s), who was staying at another small Hopkins inn, was assaulted in her room at knife point. She was punched on both sides of her face and choked as well. His attempt at rape wasn’t successful though. He stole her laptop but got little else because she refused to give him her purse or lockbox key. We were over there as soon as we heard and took her to the Dangriga Police station and the hospital after their investigation at the inn. She checked out fine and moved into Kismet where she’s been resting. We’re sure it was a crack head and also sure that it is someone familiar with that inn because of the demand for the lockbox key. Not many of the places have one (Kismet does). So we have word out to find out who he is because we don’t hold out much hope for the police solving it. We hate when we hear of crime happening anywhere in the village but, as would you, hate even more when it happens to one of our friends. Hopefully we’ll get to the bottom of it and find the guy.

Prayers, fishing, and a surprise

I’d like to wish my daughter Carrie a very happy birthday! She’s my youngest child and turned 26 on Saturday 7/16. She’s still working toward being a cloistered Nun.

I’d like to ask for prayers for 2 of my family please. One is having health issues and the other needs a job. I won’t mention names but when you say your prayers God will know who you are praying for. Thanks so much! Oh, also for Carrie, that she realize her dream of becoming a Poor Clare.

It’s been so hard for me to wrap my head around sitting down and writing anything, including emails and Facebook posts, so that’s why this post has been so long in coming. I’m still feeling a bit out of sorts due to my new meds and I’m hoping that, as time passes, I’ll get back to normal (well as normal as I get anyway…) and back on track with things I enjoy doing. I even have to force myself to go fishing of you can believe that. But it is getting easier so I know that time will mend me.

I took a trip to resolve a personal issue (I called it a crisis of mind and soul) that I was hoping would put my life back on track and let me move forward but it didn’t work out that way. I’ll just have to keep working on it until I can move past it. I do want to thank everyone for their concern, well wishes, and prayers. They meant quite a lot to me. I’m not sure what my next step(s) should be or if I should do anything at all… I do know that I just need to get back to that place where, when I’m worrying, I ask the questions I do in order to determine whether or not what I’, worrying about is important enough to worry about or just needs some mitigation to move on. Those I love, who have a worry problem, have heard those questions and have benefited from them so I’ll pass them on to you. Whenever you have something eating at you you need to stop and think about its importance in the scheme of things.
1. Will this issue cause physical or mental harm to me or a family member?
2. Will it cause a severe financial hardship (more than the normal day-to-day problems we continually suffer) to any of the above?
3. Will it cause the permanent loss of a friendship that you treasure?
If you can answer NO to those questions then it isn’t worth wasting your time worrying about. You need to find a quick way to resolve or mitigate it and move on. As things popped up I would immediately ask myself those questions to see if it was a valid worry. If not then do what you have to do to rectify it and move on. Life’s too short to waste it worrying about non-essential things. It’s worked for me and taken a lot of stress out of my life. Enough of the serious crap!!!

The lagoon was open again when I got back. Tonic (one of my net throwing friends) said it opened a few days after I left. Conan and Tricia said there were some REALLY torrential downpours the 1st couple of days so that’s what did it. The net boys are catching lots of small snook, with a few bigger ones every once in a while plus lots of 4 inch catfish. I caught 13 cats and a nice size Sheephead the 1st day I fished morning and afternoon. It was lots of fun and I have a couple of meals in my freezer. Conan got a cat and a blue crab too. So now I’m back to fishing once or twice a day as the mood strikes me and trying to figure out the new lagoon cycle. It’s different than it was before it closed in that there doesn’t seem to be the out in the morning, in the evening fish migration of cravelle jack and snook and the bigger snappers haven’t taken up residence yet on their old haunts. The small bait stealing snappers are back so maybe that means things are going to return to normal but only time will tell. We’ve had some pretty rough surf the past 2 weeks so the incoming tide is a lousy time to fish because of the tons of sea grass coming in. So for right now we’re fishing just in the late afternoon. We’ve found that the snook are hanging in the calm water alongside the run out before low tide and we’ve been doing pretty well. Saturday (7/16) evening I caught a total of 13 fish. I got 6 snook (4 keepers, never caught that many at one time before!), 4 small black snapper (2 keeper) and 3 catfish (1 keeper). Conan got a snook too. It’s been a long time since he’s caught one of them. It’s been exciting and we’re looking forward to it getting better as the bigger fish return to the lagoon, as well as calmer water so we can fish the high tide too.

We had a really nice couple come to stay a few days from northern England, Andrew & Julie, and they fit right in. Andrew was a commercial fisherman in his younger days. He has stories of catching sea gulls and painting them like WWII fighter planes and releasing them. One of his stories ends with an Irishman telling friends he’s got to stop drinking because a gull just passed him that looked like an airplane with numbers under the wings. Too funny! He’d make a perfect fit in the Chicken Experimenter’s Group! But, sadly, they left and will end up in southern South America before heading home. Andrew has a story much like mine so we are kindred spirits.

We had some exciting news on Thursday 7/14 but we’re still trying to confirm it. One of our former guests, Dino, (that none of us really liked), a Kenny Chesney wanna be look alike, was arrested in Dangriga by the FBI for a murder in the states, or so the story goes. We’re having trouble confirming it because we aren’t sure what his real name is. It seems he was a story on an episode of “America’s Most Wanted” and someone recognized him. Come to find out that show is a big hit here in Belize. And, he had a US$125K bounty on his head so someone will be living large!
Conan and I packed up our camping gear and our fishing/snorkeling equipment and spent a few days with Dwayne on Bread&Butter.

UPDATE: Conan and I were in the veggie market in Dangriga and who walked up but Dino! Well the real story is that he was arrested for a passport visa violation. He spent 7 days in the Dangriga jail before seeing the magistrate. He was issued a US$1000 fine, US$500 payable immediately or he would spend 3 months in jail and a US$2.50 court cost. So he’s out now and working on getting the other US$500 to pay that off so he can get his passport back. I love how rumors start and then blossom into the final story, or at least final when we hear it. God only knows what the story is since we heard it a few days ago.

Sheila is coming back the last week of July, loaded down with all kinds of personal items to make her new life in Punta Gorda more comfortable, repair parts for Conan’s van and boat, a new external hard drive for me to replace the one that broke, and God only knows what else for others. She said she will be checking 3 bags on her flight down. We spent a few days together in the house she will be renting in Punta Gorda, Belize a couple of weeks ago and had a really good time together. She’s stayed here at Kismet 3 or 4 times over the last year and we enjoyed a few breakfasts of coffee and Bailey’s Irish Cream together. So now to the important part of this paragraph… We’ve become an item and look forward to spending more time together. Time will tell I guess...

And so, life goes on for the Fatboy in Belize… As always, stay well, keep happy, and practice peace. I am!!!

Gee I didn't realize how long it's been!

I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I posted anything. It’s been pretty quiet though. Not a lot of fishing because the lagoon is closed due to dry weather and the net-throwers aren’t getting anything either. Plus there isn’t a lot of work around here. Everyone is poor, poor, poor!

Well we finally made it out to the reef on Father’s Day (Sunday 6/19) after 3 days of pretty nasty t-storms and rain. The good thing about the rain is that it will start the lagoon opening up and we’re hoping it’s fishable in a week or so. It will probably take another week for the fish to figure out that it’s open again and that all the newly spawned fingerlings are in there for the taking. Anyway, back to the reef. The weather was still threatening so we brought a few things to make spending the night in the Cayes (we planned on B&B) a bit more comfortable and we didn’t bring anyone with us for just that reason. Ron and Tricia both wanted to come out but we felt it safer without them. No sense in stranding more than he and I. We spent the day more looking at likely fishing spots than actually fishing. I even took time out to spend about an hour snorkeling off Bread&Butter. The water was a bit murky bit we did see that there were very few fish around the coral heads. Not sure if that’s because of all the bad weather or what. We did do some trolling and got a few hit but didn’t catch anything. After tooling around for a couple hours we anchored off B&B to try a little bottom fishing where Conan had seen a couple boats parked during a trip or 2 while I was eating and shopping my way through Orlando. It wasn’t long before both of us were snagged in the coral so Conan donned his snorkel gear and rolled over the side. He unhooked me 1st and then headed for his. In a couple of seconds he popped back up and yelled for me to start reeling because his had a fish on it. It turned out to be a small dog toothed snapper which was the very 1st fish caught in his new boat. So we both got to take half a credit for it which I thought was apropos seeing as how we were semi-partners in his getting the boat.

Our 2nd and 3rd attempts at the reef were spoiled by bad weather and on Tuesday 6/21 we decided we better take the boat out of the water. The marine forecast called for medium/heavy seas and I was leaving on Wednesday so better to get it out while we were both there. Conan’s taken the boat out of the water by himself but it’s still a pretty arduous and time consuming task for just 2 people. We have a method but it’s hard to do in anything but calm water because the boards for under the wheels of the trailer, while you are backing it in/taking it out of the water, tend to float away pretty easily. So we spent the hour huffing and puffing, pulling and pushing, and chasing quickly floating (remember I said this wasn’t calm water?) boards before they reach Mexico (the drift lately has been to the north), or at least too far to chase. So that was the story for Thursday June 21…

My friend Sheila (well she’s Tricia’s and Conan’s friend too), who just retired from Continental Airlines, came down on Wednesday 6/22 and I met her in Punta Gorda airport so I could go with her to the house she’s renting. She’d asked me to come down to look at a used car with her, not that I know what the heck I’m looking at, but I can tell a clunker (by Belize standards) when I see one. She’s renting a REALLY nice house in a conclave called Coxlin Ha and what a nice house it is! Stone front with a nice porch on the back overlooking a river. Two bedrooms, 2 baths, and all tile. A/C in the open kitchen/dining/living room was a plus too. She’s having the porch screened in so she can sit out at night without the mosquitoes, which is a problem there. Anyway, we looked at the car shortly after we got to Punta Gorda, a '99 Isuzu Trooper with no a/c but a good engine, tires, shocks and springs. I test drove it over the local road (stones and potholes) and wasn’t able to drive over 15mph because of that. So I asked to drive it on the highway and, of course, he agreed. So Sheila and I took the Isuzu and he road with Dona (Sheila’s landlord who knew about the car and had brought us to see it). I turned onto Southern Highway, hit the gas, and the car almost chocked to death going up the hill. I flagged them down and we headed for a small repair shop with sadness in our hearts, thinking that the problem was transmission or something else major (my guess but, like I said, I know zip about cars). We dropped the car off and went for a nice lunch, returning about an hour later to find that the problem was the fuel pump. We left with an agreement that the owner would call us when it was fixed. Two days later we were calling him back to see what the outcome was. The fuel pump was replaced and a few other minor things we had pointed out were fixed too. Sheila agreed to pay the…now get this…US$35 repair cost. New pump installed and 3 problems fixed for $35. I wonder what it would have cost in the states??? We had a couple of nice days hanging out, going into Punta Gorda for meals, and generally doing nothing. She did make a list of things to bring down with her in 2 weeks to make life a little more enjoyable. She’s doing her final move to PG the end of July but will still be going back and forth for a while, bringing down more of her things plus a 4000+ book collection that she wants to donate to various libraries around the country. I’m sure that I will end up with a few from my favorite authors too but I’ll swap them with books from my collection that I’ve already read. Anyway, he dropped the car off Sunday morning (6/26) before we left for our homes.

Like I said, I stayed and enjoyed her company until Sunday and had a really good time. It’s the 1st time I’ve been away with a woman in ever so long, well since my cousin Jodi and I toured the southwest visiting relatives almost 3 years ago and she doesn’t really count (well, because she’s my cousin not because she’s any less of a woman…). Women have a different perspective on life than a man does so it’s always interesting to see it through another pair of eyes. Anyway, I took the chicken bus back to Hopkins while she flew off to Belize City and Houston. At the bus stop I dropped my big bag and headed to Gracie’s for a beef burrito to take home with me for dinner. As I walked back up to the bus station I spotted a woman that looked a lot like Ella, who’s company we enjoyed 2ce before at Kismet (over a 3 month period). Sp I called her name and she turned around. Sheila and I had just talked the night before about how small a world it was and how I meet friends everywhere I go. Here again was proof! She told me she was supposed to take a 6am boat from Livingston Guatemala that would have put her on the 10am bus but it was late so here she was. Can you say Kismet?!? She was headed for Cancun for her 7/4 flight back to Australia. I told her to come and visit Kismet again for a couple of days and she agreed. So we enjoyed each other’s company on the 3-1/2 hour chicken bus ride. As we got close to the Hopkins Junction I called Tricia and asked for a ride but didn’t tell her about Ella. We were saving that for a surprise. Ella hid when Conan and Tricia drove up. I told them that I had met a woman in Punta Gorda and she was coming to stay a few days and could she ride with us. Out popped Ella and you could see the happiness in both their faces when they realized who it was. Remember, you come to Kismet as a guest and leave as family. One of our family members had come home to us again. It was like Ella never left. Our next stop was Rainbow Chinese for a fried chicken dinner before heading home.

Conan has been a busy boy since I left. He’s caught a small boa constrictor and a poisonous (?) unknown snake that stretched about 8 feet. And the weather has changed our plans about the keeping his boat on the Kismet beach. While I was gone 6 feet of beach eroded away leaving the back of the trailer almost hanging in the air. On Monday 6/27 we put the boat in the water and pulled the trailer through the surf to Driftwood pizza where he could drive the van down to the water’s edge and trailer it again. So it looks like the boat will live on the trailer and we’ll be using the boat ramp in Sittee River to launch it. It looks like we may lose the palapa that sat over the boat in the 1st major storm that hits Hopkins this hurricane season. It will probably lead to some pretty good flooding of the property too during a storm. That means immediately moving my trailer to higher ground at the mere threat of a storm rather than watching the path because it won’t take much of a surf during high tide to send water over what little berm is left, flooding the area around me further in front of any storm.

Oliver, from Driftwood Pizza, had a scare while I was in Punta Gorda. It seems he was woken up with 2 guns pointed at his head and a demand for money. He had the night’s receipts, which Denise said wasn’t much because they had just paid a distributor bill, and they took that and did a quick search of the house for whatever else they could find. Thankfully Denise was visiting Tricia here or she would have been involved too. Calls to the police resulted in 2 hang ups at 911 and voicemail of the village cop. So nothing was done until it was long over. Ollie has had some security measures installed since it happened but, had they already had them, they probably wouldn’t have been in use anyway because Denise wasn’t home yet. We’ve been using the wireless burglar alarms around Kismet and people know it and have heard the alarm scream at 100db (or REALLY loud). That, and the threats that we’ve made to local bad boys passing through Kismet about what will happen should we catch someone (such as their body will be feeding the crocs in the lagoon), had kept us safe. Conan and I have become the Kismet Vigilante Unit or KVU.

And so, life goes on for the Fatboy in Belize… As always, stay well, keep happy, and practice peace. I am!!!