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When we decided to have an adventure in Belize, we didn’t want 4-star hotels, casinos, or swimming pools.
At Xuantunich, a tiny Mayan guide (who was about 92 years old) took us around the site and described the history and archeological significance of each structure. My son, Dillon, and his girlfriend Stacy (both school principals in NYC) accompanied us on the trip and here stood on the top of the towering temple structure.. After lunch we shuttled to the Mopan River, near the Guatemalan border, where Henry, our river guide, took us down river on inflatable kayaks. We left the river after negotiating a bigger rapid called Clarissa Falls where I almost swamped. Later we heard from another guide that inner-tubers had been hitting their heads coming over Clarissa Falls (and drowning) and most guides now take the boats out above them.
We eventually got chilled in the falls (amazingly) and changed into dry clothes at a little thatched cafe riverside. Day 3 – Wednesday another guide picked us up and took us to another lodge where we waited for gear and other kayakers. The four of us paddled in the back for the first half getting the feel of the kayaks and the flow of the river. We lunched on a rocky beach where the cave opened into rainforest and the jungle hung in close over the water. Afterward Kim picked the four of us up and took us to the Belize Zoological Park (a kind of rehab center for injured local wildlife) where a keeper took us on a night tour.
Day 4 - Wednesday we headed for the coast, Kim driving us through small villages in beautiful, jungle mountains with many emergent ceiba trees which I loved so much.
Then we continued on toward the coast passing more orange groves and then banana plantations. Kim drove us through tiny Placencia and pointed out her favorite cafes, restaurants, coffee shop, Chinese grocery, and the Seahorse dive shop where we would report for our coral reef snorkeling expeditions. Day 5 – Richard and I left Dillon and Stacy to explore Placencia and took a boat down the coast to Monkey River, a tiny village at the mouth of the river. Richard and I waiting on the boat to go down the coast to Monkey River.On the way back we stopped the boat out in the bay when Alex saw other boats watching the water. Back at the hotel we joined Dillon and Stacy on the veranda with cold drinks and suddenly I realized how sunburnt I was. Day 6 - Our snorkeling days had finally arrived and we bumped our way for an hour over choppy water out to Silke Keye – a tiny sand island surrounded by coral reef. A little ways off the island we joined other boats as they expelled snorkelers to swim with a few loggerhead sea turtles feeding in the shallows. We talked at length with a local guide (Leo) about the Belizians fighting the influx of oil exploration. Belize is a stunning, little country, still mostly untouched by the huge condo and luxury hotel syndrome so prevalent in the Caribbean. Sonto had taken everything, from the wardrobe to the fridge, the pots, the television and the blankets. Predicting history is a fool’s errand but it seems like a safe bet that Cruz will go down as the Republican candidate so openly distasteful that he made Donald Trump seem palatable.
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After more discussion over signing the forms, I refused and called an Uber back to Brooklyn.

He finished off his look by showing off his superstar style by donning a pair of blacked out sunglasses. I had an image of melting bonelessly into a puddle on the sidewalk if Kim was not there to meet us.
The air conditioning sputtered and the heat shimmered off the flat landscape and I began to worry that perhaps I had made a terrible mistake.
He climbed the temple like a mountain goat and had no trouble galloping down the other side where I was obliged to work my way down half sitting not to succumb to the dizzying height and exposure (and still not trusting my bad ankle to save me). It was a silly move as I lunged to catch my hat that flew off and smashed my elbow into some sharp, limestone rocks.
We were geared up with life preservers, helmets and head lamps and walked down to the river.
The cave had a low ceiling and many low hanging stalactites, so we had to be watchful and listen to the guides (which was at times hard over all the shrieking). This was tricky for me as the boats were heavy on the uphill and came flying down at us on the downhill.
We saw leaf cutter ants everywhere on their tiny missions, giant termite nests and many kahuna palms.
Then she deposited us at a small hotel on the bay side with a lovely open air cafe, appropriately name Paradise. Many boats anchored in the narrow bay and we all broke up into little groups to snorkel or dive. I was pleased to see them and the passing sharks and rays from the boat but felt uncomfortable with the mob of people in the water. They have failed so far and tankers collect 10,000 barrels a day from 3 sites inland – some on previously protected National Forest (that was converted to allow the exploration). The food was good (and more expensive) and we loved sitting up high on the porch over-looking the palms and village homes painted in pastel colors, their sandy paths lined in old conk shells. Not only was she waiting for us, but she was all smiles and hospitality with an ice chest full of cold drinks. Swarms of colorful birds were calling and flying everywhere from giant king vultures, vermillion flycatchers and parrots to tiny hummingbirds. The forest there was open and beautiful with towering ceiba trees (pronounced say-ba), bullet trees, poisonwood, gumbo-limbo, coconut and royal palms. We passed through a town (Banco de Carmen) with a multitude of urban swimmers with their mobs of kids, scruffy dogs (which were everywhere) and skinny horses grazing along the river. Kim was waiting for us below the rapids and we swam out into the falls and sat in the bubbles admiring the jungle for a while. Ignatio so I could buy a hammock and Kim bought some cashew wine – a local specialty and some Belizian chocolate, which was delicious.
A group of Canadians were staying there and we chatted while watching for keel-billed toucans and tasting fried plantain.
Wading through chest deep (cold) water we made for the cave opening – a crack in the limestone into the darkness, where the kayaks were tied up. Occasionally I was startled by sudden rapids in the dark and currents dashing us into sharp, limestone walls, but mostly it was just fun and exciting.
Never that quick on my feet, I was nervous about the bad ankle betraying me into a tangled heap on the forest floor and was relieved to once again be on the water. We helped feed, touching tapirs, watching (and listening) to howlers display, meeting jaguars close and personal, jaguarundi, margay, puma, ocelots, boas, honey badgers, macaws, harpy eagles, agoutis, and toucans – who seemed very excited to have visitors and sang (in a very frog-like call) passionately to us.
As we drove down the peninsula, the poverty diminished and there were new expensive condos and then even more upscale Belize tourist digs.
We said our sad goodbye’s to Kim and went to sit out in a thatched hut at the end of the pier to watch the boats bob in blue waters. Though I was thrilled to see them, I couldn’t help feeling again that we were harassing these animals to catch a glimpse of them.
Our group of four gathered with a few more and struggled to get comfortable with snorkel and mask.
By noon I was sunburned and chilled at the same time (odd combination) and we decided to sit in the shade of a palm tree with my book and look out over the startlingly aqua waters around the island.
The oil companies have paved some roads and funded some infrastructure, but as of yet Belizians still pay $10 a gallon for gas. But not being hot weather people generally or able to tolerate even a hour in the Belize sun, the idea would never gel. She spoke with an interesting accent (that she later told me was creole) and as she drove us down country she chatted nonstop which helped since we were still a bit too stunned to hold up our end of a conversation. After a breakfast of eggs and puffed up fried dough (called fryjacks) at Yamwits Lodge, Kim drove us to the Mayan ruins at Xuantunich (Stone Maiden in Mayan). There was admittedly a lot of poverty and random trash littered down the sides of the river in some places, but it couldn’t detract from the rich beauty of the place. We decided that we ought to try all the different locally made chocolates, just to be fair. I had some trepidation, stumbling into my boat in the darkness and waiting for everyone else to get situated.
Every once in a while the jungle burst through into the cave pouring greenery and sunlight onto the river and it was stunning. The guides asked them to stop as there were hidden rocks in the river, but they ignored them and their parents just looked on wearily. Afterward Kim took us to eat dinner at the highest point in the capitol at an open air, thatched-roof restaurant overlooking the small city.
We tried the local organic Mayan chocolate which was delicious and so far our very favorite.
Kim told us of an unsuccessful attempt by a vacationing gazillionaire to build a resort, golf course and million-dollar condo development. They are impenetrable by man, but a haven for wildlife, their arching roots housing roosting bats, fish, crabs, crocodiles, nesting birds, lizards, etc.

Stacy came to the rescue with aloe vera and after much hydrating and sunscreen lathering, I was ready to explore the tiny shops of Placencia.
One woman, fixated on photographing sharks, accidentally blocked one of the sea turtles from surfacing for air and the turtle bit her. The impression we got from Leo (and from Kim earlier in the week) is that Belizians struggle to get together and lobby successfully for what they want, but are getting better at it over time. If I’d realized how lucky I was to discover Kim Chanona, I would have slept better the weeks before the trip. Sleeping Giant Mountain appeared in the distance and the lush Belize rainforest closed in around us. Leaving town the river turned wild and for the next three hours we saw herons (green blue and green), kingfishers, parrots, swallows, cormorants, fork-tailed flycatchers (stunning), iguanas perched in trees, proboscis bats roosting on trunks and troops of howler monkeys feeding high above in the lofty ceiba trees (by now my favorite tree of all time). Back at Yamwits we tried the wine, which was more like a sweet liquor, but the group preferred the local beer. We had three guides – Frances and two Marios – and were grouped with about a dozen Canadians including (unfortunately) about five rowdy teenagers. I turned my back to the potential disaster and admired the forest as we ate lunch figuring that there were probably scavengers in the caves that would appreciate a nice broken teenager (waste not…).
Dillon and Stacy got in front of the group to lead in the afternoon and were thereafter away from the main body of the group. We feasted on locally-grown beef, shrimp ceviche and fresh-squeezed lime juice and talked about life in Belize.
We drove by the shells of the abandoned, partially-built condos perched on the ocean front looking desolate and sad. We saw more than 25 species of birds in all – squirrel cuckoo, great kiskidee, tiger heron, groove-billed ani, mangrove swallows, yellow tails (with nests hanging from the branches of a huge ceiba tree), tropical kingbird, white-winged kite, magnificent frigatebirds, brown pelicans, little blue heron, social flycatchers, common black hawks, osprey and vultures. It was awkward at first – almost impossible to breathe through the tube and lie face down in the water, but I soon got the hang of it.
Tourism is still the most effective way to bring money to the country and an oil spill would really hurt that.We worry for them. It was cool to see the Peninsula and coast from the air and I was very glad we had opted for a flight instead of a long car ride up the coast.
After about 90-minutes we arrived at the Yamwits Lodge set in an orange grove with flowering bushes and a view of jungle-covered hills.
Bromeliads and orchids clung to trees everywhere draping over the river — almond trees, trumpet trees, bullet trees and many, many palms of all kinds.
I, however, was totally addicted to the fresh juice squeezed from limes grown in the Yamwits orchard and sweetened with locally grown cane. They were hooting and bumping boats and the commotion pushed my boat into the cave wall where I tried to stay and calm my sense of discomfort. I tried to join them but passing the mob was almost impossible and when I tired, I swamped the kayak and was almost run down by one of the girls (who was careening out of control behind me).
Kim’s family owned an orange grove next to Yamwits and her brother was studying architecture in college in Guatemala. We stopped the boats and wandered back into the jungle, our guide harassing troops of howlers monkeys to get them to howl. Though it was never comfortable, it was workable for an hour at a time and we swam out over the reef and saw a myriad of beautiful fish in colors almost cartoonish in their vibrancy. It is hard to protect paradise from those who would exploit its resources or just love it to death (tourists like us).
It was still dreadfully hot though and there was no relief in the lodge (no air-conditioning), so we changed into bathing suits and Kim drove us a couple of miles down the road to a local swimming spot called the Blue Hole.
After that we hung back and admired the waterfalls, jungle windows and bats in their little cave niches. We spotted barracuda, lemon sharks, sea urchins, huge lobsters, a groups of squid and and many, many kinds of coral. We walked into the rainforest, down many steps and emerged into a kind of public pool paradise. The guides tried one last time to get the kids to be silent in a particularly lovely section of cave, but it was not happening (and however tempting, they were not allowed to use their paddles as incentives). She was so accommodating to our every need and a lot of fun to hang out with when she could join us. A highlight was Alex talking a tourist into biting down on a live termite to taste its minty flavor.
We ate dinner at Omar’s, another outdoor cafe, the breeze gently cooling us as we ate fish caught that day and cooked in curry and coconut milk.
Again I felt this sense of harassing a habitat to experience it, though we never touched the coral or removed anything. The swimming hole was literally a deep spot in the river about 40 feet across, aqua blue and surrounded by jungle.
It was a small reef and not swarming with fish, but we did see more than 30 species and all were stunning. We watched the strange collection of different cultures all collected in this small respite from the oppressive heat. In the afternoon we repeated the dive and afterward were unexpectedly chilled despite the warm air and had to change into dry clothes for the boat ride home.
Interestingly, my bad ankle seemed to like the swimming as it loosened up the joint with no pesky body weight to put pressure on it. We emerged feeling much more human and after a dinner of spiced chicken (the staple in Belize) and rice we collapsed into bed at 7pm (US Mountain time) and slept ten hours.

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