As daylight broke on Miami, we set out
to achieve what ought to have been achieved the day before, had it
not been for incompetence. I had stayed up all night screwing around
on the computer for no real reason (other than to update my blog).
The wait was much shorter than it had been the day before, which was
to be expected. Rather than being poorly rested and waiting for 5
hours, we were well rested and waited for much less. I got to eat a
cinnamon roll for breakfast, and burned my tongue on some hot
chocolate. The plane was less advanced than the one from the day
before, but the flight went off without a hitch this time. We got a
great view of Miami before passing over the obfuscating clouds.
Yesterday I had to wait forever to get my wheelchair, but I got it
pretty much immediately today- which might be attributed to the fact
that I was one of the last off the plane. The security officers in
Belize were very friendly, as opposed to the all-business security of
Miami and Columbus. I'm not trying to make a statement here about
either one, it's merely an observation. The point was hammered home
by conversations and handshakes. We finally got our luggage and piled
into a van. Here, I abstained from a hamburger lunch but I was pretty
thirsty, so I broke an unofficial 8 month long diet of Soda because I
wanted to see what Coke tasted like minus the high fructose corn
syrup plus extra sugar. I was not disappointed, it was so much more
delicious than Stateside coke.
I had the option of going to the zoo,
but I decided against it. Not much of an animal person. I rode with
Paul to get to our campsite. He's a pretty interesting dude. He plays
loads of instruments and is a producer at a music studio. Trent, Josh
and I talked with him for a while and made a few cultural exchanges.
At the campsite, the contrast was super apparent. In Miami, we had
top of the line hotel rooms with flat screen TVs, comfy beds and
loads of pillows, blankets, nice carpet and private bathrooms. None
of these were present at the campsite. Uncomfortable beds, bathrooms
with zero privacy, heck, there's just one big room with lots of
bunks. I say this not to complain, but to contrast the two nights.
Given how easily I dosed off earlier, I doubt the comfort of the beds
will be a huge issue. My main gripe is the difficulty of using my
computer in bed. There's no easy way to prop myself up in the bed
like last night, so if I want to type I can either do it in the
cafeteria or I can wriggle around, changing positions until I find
something I can deal with.
Pardon my optimism, but even the issues
that the trip poses seem fun. The roads are a total mess, and get
worse every time it rains. Even so, our crew has a lot of fun with
it, and we can pretty much roll with the punches. After dressing up
the beds and stuff, they don't seem that uncomfortable. I'm a picky
eater, but my taste buds have to adapt here, I don't have a choice-
and that actually makes me feel better about it.
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