Paul and Basilio Travel to Belize travel blog

Swinging Bridge

Swinging Bridge


St. John's Cathedral

Door to St. John's: Mayan John baptizing Mayan Jesus


Belize Supreme Court




The plane touched down at the only international airport in Belize. It is a single runway. After landing, we had to find a wide spot in the runway to turn the plane around and taxi back down the runway to the terminal building. Th building is reminiscent of the Long Beach Airport: one small building, stairs they wheel over to the plane, and nothing visible to keep one from just walking off into the woods. OK, I don't know that the last one describes Long Beach. Basilio and I crawled down the stairs and stepped aside so as not to get chopped to bits by the propeller of a Cesna about to take to the ONE runway. No worries. It missed us by a good 10 feet.

I've been told numerous times that Belize City is just where you fly into. Leave as soon as you can. Nevertheless, we booked a cheap guest house to stay one night here. I'm sort of glad we didn't plan more time here, but this is an interesting place. It is very much a third world type city. Lots of poverty. We are told that crime is pretty high, though we haven't felt al all unsafe. Streets are in bad need of repair.

We checked into the guesthouse at about 3 p.m. and then wandered toward one of the few notable places in Belize City, a swinging bridge that was operational to bring boats up the river in colonial times. It is actually fairly unremarkable. We passed it and had to go back to it because, well, it just looks like a bridge.

We made our way to a colonial church, St. John's Episcopal. It is the only brick church we saw, made from bricks that were used as balast on british ships on their trek to the British Honduras. It was built by slave labor. It was supposed to be open this afternoon, but was locked up when we got there. Interesting structure. Not all that old by Old World standards. Nice, but not amazing.

So, all in all, my favorite part of Belize City is the El Salvadoran pupusa house we found. A lady cooked us some bean and cheese pupusas, sort of a stuffed, doughy concoction, and served them in a tiny dining room we shared with her 4 kids. Too fun and very good.

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